Page 52 of False Promises

“You like these girls,” I said, kneading my breasts and doing my best to tempt him so he wouldn’t be able to resist. I had a whole range of well-mastered skills I had perfected over the years.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he swallowed. Oh, oh, it looked painful.

I would have him in no time. I just needed to show him what he was missing. And what he’d lose if he didn’t get me what I wanted. Because I was entitled to another dress. The white designer one I saw on the runway last month.

As if I were a magnet he couldn’t resist, Carter padded my way, his pupils dilated and his tongue grazing his lips.

He moved closer, his breathing now mixing with mine.

My pulse raced. I loved the game we played.

“Sorry, pretty boy. These are not for your personal use.”

As if I had all the time in the world, I shimmied out of my leather pants, swaying my hips to silent music, staring at him the entire time.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I untied my hair, letting the strands fall loosely over my shoulders, and gave him a one-sided shrug. I unclasped my bra and let it pool on the floor in a red lacy puddle. “Going to take a shower. Don’t follow me.”

The air tensed around us. I turned my back to him and removed my panties, sliding one leg out, then the other.

I smiled at the sound of Carter’s quick intake of air.

Doing my best catwalk impression, I waltzed away, letting my man simmer in his need.

My hand connected with the shower door handle, but I didn’t have time to open it before being swept off my feet and laid on our bed. Carter, already suited in a condom, had a predatory spark shining in his eyes.

“You can’t tease me like that and just walk away, Savannah,” he said, breathless. The guy worked out like crazy. He could run miles without breaking a sweat, but now, hovering over me, he could barely catch his breath. “Your little game is juvenile.”

I arched my back to offer him a better view of my stiff nipples, skimming his bare torso with their tips.

“You’re not being nice, so I’m not having sex with you. I can take care of my own needs.”

Carter lowered over me. “I know what you’re doing. It’s not working.”

“You’ll buy me this dress, no matter what. We both know it. You love it when I look like a shiny diamond by your side. You love the attention. You love that people are jealous because they think I’m hot. You love the high that comes with your treating me like the queen I am. Me on my knees, stealing every last thread of composure from you. Don’t deny any of it. If you could just stop being a greedy jerk, we would have already ordered that dress and started having the sex we both crave.”

I licked my finger and brought it between my legs, relishing the feeling as I rubbed my swollen bundle of nerves.

Getting my way was the best foreplay I could ever get.

I loved the power that came with the knowledge I dominated this game.

It turned me on like nothing else could.

“You’re crazy,” Carter articulated, studying me with bunched eyebrows.

“But you love how hard it gets you.”

I licked my finger again, but this time, I pushed it between my legs, whimpering as it entered me, my body shuddering at the sensation of getting myself off in front of him.

“That’s not fair,” he pleaded.

“Oh, it is fair. I want something, you want something. Everything in life is a transaction.”

His erection pressed against my lower belly, and his body temperature soared.

“To hell,” he said, plunging forward, his starving lips connecting with mine. “I’ll fucking buy you that stupid dress, but now open your legs because we’re here for a long ride.”