He must have noticed because he leaned back. “I love that look on you.”
“Which one?” I glared. “I have so much running through my head right now, I don’t know what’s showing.”
“Like you want to eat me.”
“Eat? Ha!” I didn’t know how I’d even found the air to let out that last sound.
“I’m wrong?”
“You’re not even on the same planet.”
His tongue slithered out, wide and flat, and he positioned it at the lowest spot he was able to reach with my thighs pressed together. Using a painfully slow pace, he pulled his tongue upward until he reached my clit. Once he was there, he didn’t move. There was no flicking. No licking. He just kept it there, like he was using it to press a button, while he stared at me.
I did everything in my power to roll my hips up, forcing him to give me friction, anything that would give me enough movement to get there again. But he read my motive, shifting with me, refusing to give in. And before I could try a second time, his tongue was gone.
“Let’s see if I’m wrong.”
He stood and began to unbutton his suit pants, whichdropped to his ankles. So did his boxer briefs, and with his shirt and tie still on, he held that throbbing hard-on, pumping the center as he bubbled with pre-cum. A tip that had a rod coming out with a large ball at the end, the identical design on the side of his mushroom-shaped crown.
I remembered the way that piercing had reached my G-spot, the way the metal tapped against it. How the ball along the side of his shaft had rubbed along my insides during each thrust.
That memory made me moan.
“You’re not convincing me, Sophie.”
I blinked several times, forgetting what we had even been talking about. The only thing I knew in this moment was how ridiculously sexy he was. “What do you mean?”
“You’re looking at me like you want to fucking devour me. Isn’t that the opposite of what you said you wanted to do?”
I zoned in on his dick. The way it glistened. How it bulged. “Give it to me.”
“Should I? I don’t know …” His fist was stroking mid-shaft. “Do you deserve it?”
My jaw clenched, my head pounding against the cushioned chair. “Why are you antagonizing me so badly?”
“Because it’s what you’ve been doing to me.”
“Outside of Lush? That doesn’t count.” I pulled against the rope and leather—it got me nowhere. “Didn’t you say, what happens here doesn’t leave? The same is true for work. What happens there doesn’t leave there.”
“But that’s not the case, is it, Sophie? The gymnastics class, the gala—both examples of situations where work affected our conversations and your attitude toward me.”
There was no anger in his tone; it was pure amusement.
He was living for this.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Are you surprised by this?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because all I want is your dick, Colson. What surprises me is that you won’t give it to me.”
He smiled. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
I wasn’t begging. I was imploding.
