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I pushed back, my elbows now on the dresser, holding me up, keeping me from turning around and ravaging him. I’d do it his way, if it meant I could get what I want.
He indulged me for a moment, pressed his fingers into my folds, but then he pulled away.
“Something happened.” It wasn’t a question. He knew there was something wrong. Maybe I had underestimated his skills of perception. Or maybe we’d spent too much time together and he knew me well enough to figure it out.
“You’re going to tell me.” His fingers continued to toy with my folds, gentle, playful, just enough so that my orgasm was out of reach.
He wasn’t going to get in my head. I couldn’t let him. I had the situation under control. I just needed to relax. To reset my mind and body so I could think clearly. Think of a plan on how to control my work issue. “There’s nothing to tell.”
When his finger circled my clit, my head fell forward, dropping down to the wood.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
“I came here for this.” I looked up, right into my own reflection, loving the way my eyes had gone glassy and how my lips were swollen, my lipstick smeared. “I came here for you to fuck me.”
With a jerk to my lower half, Ben ripped the scrap of lace covering my center away from my body, throwing it off to the side. My thighs clamped tighter, trying to relieve some of the ache between my legs. But now my entire body was engulfed in flames, burning, needing the hot rub of flesh against flesh to get me off.
I widened my stance, knowing that with my legs spread he was getting an up-close-and-personal view of my most sensitive parts. “Please, Ben.” I groaned when one finger slipped inside, its penetration so quick I wondered if I hadn’t imagined it.
“You think you can show up here and use me to pretend something didn’t happen?” My entire body tensed when he smacked my pussy. “Don’t forget who I am, sweetheart. I am the king of using sex to pretend feelings don’t exist.”
He smacked my pussy again and I cried out. It felt good, and I wanted more.
“You’re not the only one who likes to play games, Grace.”
I looked over my shoulder, right into his eyes, even though I knew he was avoiding it. “I’m not play—”
With a defiant look, he smacked me once again. I turned away with a grin. He’d given me exactly what I’d wanted.
I reached out, grabbing the strip of condoms and tore one off, ripping open the foil. With the rubber between two fingers, I held it out.
“I’ll give you what you want.” He grabbed the condom with one hand and with the other, he fisted my hair, pulling my head back. Pain bit my neck with the strain, but I didn’t care. “All you have to do is promise.”
“Promise what?” My words came out strained from the stretch of my neck against his tugging hand.
I’d give him anything. Promise anything if it meant his cock was inside me in the next thirty seconds.
“You’re going to tell me why you showed up here tonight.”
Anything but that.
His hand fell from my hair and I looked over my shoulder. He was putting on the condom. He wasted no time positioning himself at my center, pressing the tip of his cock against me. He teased me, rubbing the latex-covered erection up and down my folds, and I moaned at the gentle touch.
I shook my head. “I can’t—”
“You will.” His hand went to my hair again. This time, he found my eyes in the mirror and it was my turn to gasp.
His gaze penetrated right down to my soul. I couldn’t hide from him, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Ben would give me everything, even what I probably didn’t know I needed, all I had to do was bend to his demands.
He sunk the tip of his cock inside me, wiggling his pelvis just enough that the small thrusts had me fisting my hands on the dresser.
“Please…” I tried to push back, but his hands were on my shoulders, holding me in place.
I needed him, and my uncontrollable urge for release had won out over logic.
“I’ll tell you. I promise.” Those words were all it took for him to bury himself deep inside me.
“Ben…” I whispered his name as I lowered my head to the dresser, and let him take me.
