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Her hazel eyes widened with anxiety. “I wore a skirt today. I’ll be wearing a dress to Vera Wang’s show.”
My hand eased the scraps of fabric off her hips, and the remains of her panties fell to the floor when she opened up her legs up just enough to let them. That’s what I wanted; access to that wet, hot little pussy that was just for me.
I slid my hand between her pussy lips, and then I groaned when her sweet juices flowed over my hand. “You’re wet for me, Tiger. You need me, and you know it.”
“You haven’t proven anything yet,” Selena snapped back.
That was what I craved in her, what I liked already. So many women in the city knew who I was, fell at my feet easily because of my bank balance. I rarely got pushback. I’d seen that fire in her at the interview, tasted it on her lips, and now I wanted more of it.
“I plan to change that, Selena,” I said, stretching out every syllable of her name, caressing them with my voice. “Now, spread them.”
She did as she was commanded, giving my hand enough room to work. My other kneaded and played with her breasts. But I loved feeling the heat of her pussy lips against my hand, loved parting them so I could finger her clit. She moaned the second I came into contact with her most sensitive spot, and I knew that I could play her like a damn Stradivarius. It would be so easy to make her come.
But I wanted her to yearn for me; beg me never to stop.
Reluctantly, I moved my hand away from her breasts. There would be time to savor and play with her tits later. Now, now I had to prove everything I’d been saying, and it was a two-hand job. With my thumb, I pressed hard against her clit and started rubbing it hard, clockwise. I gathered my forefinger and middle on my other hand and plunged them both into her pussy. They weren’t as big as my cock—she’d find that out later—but combined they provided a nice way to fuck her senseless with my hand. To give her the release we both craved. I pumped my hand harder, and she arched her back, then wrapped one leg up and around me.
“Don’t stop!”
I didn’t fucking intend to. I plunged deeper, as if I were aiming to plunder all of her, and pushed inside as her juices coated my hand. I’d rarely had a pussy so wet and ready for me. It made me want to do so many bad things to her, in every damn position I could think of. She moaned and bucked her hips against me, urging me faster. I complied. She came soon, her tight inner muscles clenching around deliciously as she spasmed in my grasp.
She shuddered as she screamed my name before finally collapsing in my arms. My cock was still so hard it was painful, but I’d made her happy; given her the pleasure I’d set out to. My own reward and ecstasy could come later.
I could wait.
“So, Tiger,” I said, my cocky grin already spreading. “Can I take it that you liked that?”
She blinked half-lidded eyes up at me; clearly, the lust was getting to her. I was almost surprised when she was able to speak at all. “Brandon?”
“Hmm?”
“You win.”
I grinned wider. “I always do, Tiger. I always do.”
Chapter Five
Selena
My thoughts were a whirlwind. Last night had been the best night of my life. I’d never felt like I had in the dressing room, never felt the way that Brandon had made me feel. Shit, I was already thinking about him as Brandon. God, maybe I was even thinking about him as mine. That was nuts. I couldn’t afford that. I should have said “no” after he was done, broken it off, but I’d never felt that happy before, that free. After the way Kevin had destroyed my self-esteem, shredded anything that could be left of my self-image, someone wanted me.
Someone amazing and rugged and sexy wanted me.
Someone who was also my best friend’s father starred in my nightly fantasy and had gotten me off with a flick of his wrists.
I was so totally fucked.
But at least part of that was in a good way.
Sighing, I slipped out of bed and shimmied into my favorite dark pencil skirt and a violet silk top. I was hoping it was early enough that Tammy wouldn’t be up yet. Maybe I’d be lucky and be able to sneak out before she even noticed me. I’d grab a bagel, ease out, and Tammy would be none the wiser. Honestly, the thought of trying to face her after what I’d done with Brandon just last night made me blush. And tongue-tied. Not to mention I was convinced that I couldn’t lie to her if my life depended on it.
At least when everything was so new and fresh, the best idea would be to stay away from things. If I could.
Unfortunately, fate was not on my side.
In fact, it was being more playful than usual because when I slipped into the kitchen, my roommate was sitting at the table already dressed and her mother, Melanie Stewart, who had tried but failed to get me to call her “Mel” in the past, was flipping pancakes over the stove.
“Hey,” I said, and I hoped that my voice wasn’t cracking; that I wasn’t as obvious as I felt.
