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“Why would you pay so much?”
“I want to be your first. I’m going to be your first. You needed twenty grand, I offered you two hundred. You accepted the terms of the agreement.”
Angrily, she puffs out her chest. “Before I knew who you were!”
“Now you do, and there are no refunds. Like I said, you could have done far worse.” Tossing back my drink, I leave her at the door, but I never drop my gaze from hers. Call me a monster, but I enjoy seeing her squirm. What I say next accomplishes that faster than I can snap my fingers.
“You might want to sit down, Flick. You’re going to need your rest.”
Her green eyes go round, but she eventually stumbles across the living room and slides down on the white couch. Linking her fingers together over one of her knees, she watches me prepare another drink. “Why didn’t you tell me who you were when you messaged me last night?”
“Because your pride would have fucked you over. I didn’t want you to fuck yourself—not without me watching, that is.” Taking the two glasses of whisky I’ve prepared from the bar, I walk toward her with a questioning look. “Have you eaten?”
“No … I was too nervous,” she admits in a raw whisper. I reach a glass out to her in hopes that the whisky will calm her down. Her spine stiffens and she glares at it suspiciously. Snorting, I set it in front of her on the coffee table and take a drink of my own.
“I don’t want you drugged, sweet. I want you willing. Happy. Pleased out of your goddamn mind. We both get what we want out of this—you get to save your father’s business and I get your cunt.”
She inhales sharply through her teeth. She snatches the whisky off the table, choking on it because I sit right beside her, close enough for the back of my hand to brush her smooth thigh. Swiping her tongue over her lips, she rubs her fingers across her chest and I’m lost in the sight of her breasts straining together.
“Do you have to be so filthy, Mr. Cade?” she asks at last.
Fuck, she’s irresistible. I’m tempted to hike up her dress right here, right now, and teach her how filthy I can be when she’s riding my dick and I’ve got my face buried between those tits.
But I’ve told myself I’m going to take it slow with Flick.
No matter how enticing she is, how badly I want to possess every inch of her body immediately, I’m going to hold out until she’s on her knees and begging me for it.
“Does your father even know you’re doing this?” she asks.
My smile hardens as I snap my blue eyes from her breasts. Fuck my father. Compared to his spending, my investment in a month of untouched trim is tame. “I’m not doing this.” Slamming my glass on the table next to hers, I climb across the couch until I have one hand on either side of her hips and I can almost taste the whisky on her sweet tongue. Her lips part slightly, giving my dick a jolt. “I’ve already done it. And there’s not a goddamn thing my father or anyone else can do about it.”
Her lips quiver. “I can’t believe you—”
I cover her mouth with my thumb and smear her pink lip gloss at the corners. “God, I’ve had it with that mouth of yours.” She whimpers against the pad of my finger. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m not going to fuck you until I’ve made you come in every way imaginable. Until you’ve learned everything I like. Until the mention of my name is enough to make your pussy drip.”
Felicity gasps, so I take advantage of her shock, spreading my fingers across her delicate throat. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingertips, thumping unevenly. I hate admitting it, and I’ll never say it aloud to her, but every nerve in my own body is working overtime. Being near this woman drives me so wild I can’t touch her without picturing the many ways I need to own her.
She reaches up to remove my hand from her throat, but doesn’t count on me linking our fingers together. Her muscles tense as she stares at the contrast of our bodies. She’s tanned to perfection but my skin is darker. We look good together now, but I can imagine how right this will be when we’re covered in sweat and tangled up in some position that would make a porn star envious.
“For a second there, you sounded so sure of yourself,” she rasps, ripping her hand from mine. “Like you know exactly what I’m thinking.”
“I’m not just sure, I’m positive, sweet,” I say with a grin. I lick one corner of her mouth then the other. “I don’t even give you a full seven days.”
