Chapter Sixteen
“What do you think about this one?” Lauren asked, standing aside.
It took immense willpower to tear my eyes away from her ass to look at the couch she was indicating. She’d been tempting me all evening, teasing me, drawing this out. It only confirmed what I’d already suspected—thatma tigresseenjoyed the chase as much as I did.
“Let’s test it out.” I sank down onto the couch and patted the cushion next to me. “Come on. I don’t bite.” I flashed her a wolfish grin. “Unless you want me to,” I added in a lower voice.
She took a seat at the other end of the couch. She wriggled around, bouncing slightly and making her tits sway. I couldn’t look away.
“I—” I swallowed. “I like this one.”
“Good. I think it’s a good size for the room, and the fabric is very luxurious.” She smoothed her hand over the material, and my dick leaped to attention.
I could easily envision her smoothing her hand over my skin, sliding beneath my pants, and…gripping me like she was the edge of the couch. She bit her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth like I wanted her to suck me off.Fuck.
She’d been insatiable lately, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. I’d never met a woman with a sexual appetite voracious enough to rival my own. We’d had sex in her kitchen, on my balcony, in the back of my car. We were like two horny teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other. It was… Fuck, it was amazing. She was amazing.
I’d finally gotten what I wanted, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Because as good as it was, I was beginning to realize it wasn’t just the sex I craved. The sound of my name on her lips made me weak in the knees. The way her mind worked to design my house put me in awe of her talents. This woman was so much more than I could’ve dreamed of, and I refused to settle just to maintain the status quo.
No. Now that I’d possessed her body, I wanted more. I wanted her heart and her soul, the secrets of her past and the promises of her future. I wanted everything.
“So, what do you think?” she asked.
“Hmm?” I shook my head to clear it.
This woman had me tangled up in knots. But she’d asked me a question. About the couch. Right.
“I agree,” I said. “But you’re forgetting an important consideration.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Am I?”
“Two, actually.” I held up a hand and ticked off my fingers. “Height and durability.”
She furrowed her brows. “Height? Are you concerned your feet won’t touch the floor?” she teased.
Though, if either of us was going to run that risk, it was her not me. Not with my six-foot-three frame.
I inched closer, keeping my voice low when I spoke. “I want to make sure it’s the right height so that when I bend you over and fuck you from behind, I know you’ll be comfortable.”
“How—” She swallowed, and I watched the way her throat bobbed from the effort. “Considerate.” She forced out the word.
God, how I loved taunting her. When we were out shopping or at a restaurant, I loved seeing how far I could push her, knowing it would only make the eventual payoff that much hotter. I wasn’t sure I’d ever had so much fun.
“Good evening. Am I interrupting?” a man asked in an amused tone.
“We’ll take one of these,” I said without turning to him.
But Lauren was no longer smiling. When I realized her eyes were focused on the store associate, I took my time, glancing over at the owner of the voice.
He lifted his nose into the air. “Oh, I don’t work here.”
My first impression was that he was a pompous douchebag with a stick up his ass. He was tall, though not as tall as me. His clothes were expensive, though not as expensive as mine. And he wore his pants tailored so they hit the ankle, drawing the eye to his bare skin and Italian leather shoes.
“Luther.” Lauren’s tone was curt, which only made me even more curious. She stood, putting an end to our fun.
He seemed into her, but she clearly was not interested. Who was he to her? A previous lover? A former client? Something else?
He turned to me, extending his hand. “Luther King. King Design Associates.”
