Her voice is breathy when she says, “If I say it, you’ll do it. Promise?”
With his free hand, he grabs a handful of her tit, grinding his hips into her soft flesh. “Promise.”
Her voice is sweet, almost contrasting with the words as she says, “Yes, James. I understand that if I need to get fucked, you’ll be the one doing it.”
“ ‘Even when I’m bad and you’re mad at me,’” he says, and her eyes widen.
“Does this mean you’re still my boyfriend?” she asks, trying to repress a grin.
“Say it,” he growls.
She swallows. “Even when I’m bad and you’re mad at me.”
“Very good.” Her nipple peaks to a hard point as he runs a thumb across it. “Yes, I’m still your boyfriend. That was a fight, sweetheart. Not a breakup. Now, where would you like to get fucked? Here or at home in your bed.”
“Both, please,” she says, shifting her hips against him.
He chuckles again. “Very well.”
Grabbing her wrist, he drags her down the hall, glancing through cracked doors until he comes to a bubble with only a few people inside sipping drinks. This will have to do. James barges in, barking, “Get out.”
The group looks up, startled. A man with spiky green hair jumps up, protesting their invasion. “But this bubble is already rented—”
“Out,” James points toward the door, practically vibrating now.
The group is no match for his demanding tone. A woman rises and sheepishly tugs on the man’s shirt sleeve, dragging him out the door. The two others follow, eyeing James suspiciously. When they’re gone, he slams the door and locks it. The bubble dims, and James is sure that means no one can see in.
“That wasn’t necessary,” Kate says, but before she can add anything to her protest, he’s kissing her.
When he pulls away to tug down the straps of her dress, exposing her breasts, he says, “They’re fine. And that was one way to get a man’s attention, sweetheart.”
He walks her back until her knees hit the back of the couch.
“Are you still mad at me?” she asks.
He chuckles, dragging her dress up over her hips so it hangs on her waist. “A little, but that doesn’t change anything.” He eyes her panties. “Take those off.”
As she slides them down her thighs, he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it to an adjacent couch. A quick flick has the buttons at his wrists undone and he’s rolling up his shirt sleeves. With a hand to her shoulder and a gentle shove, Kate falls back onto the couch. Then his hand is at his belt buckle. When his cock springs free, Kate stares with wide eyes. “This is what you wanted?” he asks.
She nods, looking pretty and a little dazed.
“You just couldn’t be patient, could you?” he asks.
The corner of her lips ticks up, and he would pay a handsome sum to know the thoughts floating through her head.
Her shiny auburn hair falls in a straight sheet down her back. He gathers it in his fist, then tilts her head so she’s staring up at him.
“You drive me crazy,” he says.
She moves forward like she wants to take over, but he keeps her hair, holding her back. His dick gives a twitch as she grins up at him.
“You like it,” she says, smirking.
“While that is oddly true, what we’re about to do doesn’t mean we’re going to skip our much-needed conversation later, understand?” he asks.
She licks her lips, and he almost passes out. “If that is what it takes.”
James doesn’t break eye contact as he guides her head forward. As his tip brushes against her lips, a bead of pre-cum smears across them. Her rosy tongue sweeps out, tasting it. “Mmm,” she murmurs. Thick, dark lashes flutter and an involuntary groan escapes James’s mouth at the sight.
