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“What about you?” she asked.
I glanced at her. “Are you asking me the same question?” I asked.
“Why not? You’re not above dating, right?”
I shook my head. “I fell in love, once. When Clara died, she took my heart with her. All I have now are the pleasures of the flesh.”
She grinned. “Listen to you, ‘pleasures of the flesh.’”
I reached across the table and put my hand on her wrist, rubbing my thumb back and forth on her soft skin.
“You have no idea how hard it is for me to behave right now,” I said.
My cock was throbbing and aching for release. I wanted to push it into Scarlett until she cried out. I wanted to fuck her so hard, she begged me to come. I willed her to know what I was thinking, showing her with my eyes.
Her cheeks flushed deep red, and she swallowed and glanced around us as if she just remembered we weren’t alone.
“What if I don’t do sex on the first date?” she asked me.
“I’m paying you.”
She looked hurt. “You’re making me sound like a prostitute.”
“You know that’s not what I mean,” I said. It did make her sound like that, though. And for all intents and purposes, sex was part of what I was paying for. And I intended to get what I paid for.
She pouted, and it made me want to fuck her mouth. I watched her lips, mesmerized by the way they moved when she took a sip of wine, took a bite of food, and swallowed.
I could think of other things for her to swallow.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
“Come home with me tonight, and I’ll show you,” I said.
Her eyes widened. I watched as lust filled her eyes. She wanted me, too. She was shocked at my advances, but she was turned on, too.
It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to want me. It wasn’t a requirement, but we would have a hell of a lot more fun together this way.
Her lips parted slightly. She shifted in her seat and arched her back so that her tits were on display for me. I wanted more. So much more.
Dinner took forever, but I finally got the check, and we left. She slid into the leather seats in the car. I followed suit, shifting until I was right up against her. She was pressed against my side, and her skin was hot. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn’t stop me.
I slowly slid my hand upward, stroking her bare skin beneath the dress she was wearing. Her skin was silky smooth. I wondered if she waxed all the way to the top. Her breath hitched in her throat as I slid higher and higher. She knew what I wanted. She could still stop me if she really wanted to.
She didn’t want to. She was just a horny as I was, from what I could tell. She’d confessed to me that she’d had a crush on me for a while. She wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.
When my finger brushed against the silk of her panties, she gasped softly. I turned to her and closed my mouth over hers, kissing her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, penetrating her. She tasted like wine and lust. She moved her hips, rolling them so that she pushed her pussy against my fingers. I groaned.
“You’re a dirty girl, Scar,” I said against her lips.
“You have no idea,” she responded, and my cock pulsated in my pants.
I reached for her hand and put it on my dick. She started stroking me right away, moving her hand up and down my shaft through my pants.
The car finally arrived at my place, and I broke the kiss. I swallowed and opened the door, getting out. I helped Scarlett out of the car, which left as soon as I shut the door behind her. I led her to the front door of my mansion and into the great hall.
The moment we were inside, I pushed her up against the wall. I was going to get her naked and under me as fast as I could. My hands went to her tits. God, I’d been wanting to grope them all night. They were large and supple in my hands, all real. I ground my cock against her crotch, my tongue exploring her mouth, and she moaned.
I wanted her naked. The bedroom was so fucking far away. The living room would do. We made our way across the entrance hall, kissing and touching. Desire built in the pit of my stomach. We collapsed on the closest couch, and I got on top of her, bucking my hips against hers, even though we were still dressed. Her legs were open for me, one leg bare through the slit in her dress.
