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Despite the maddening lust crackling in my lower core, annoyance fills me. I keep it well maintained down there, but there’s definitely no baldness going on. I don’t know how he didn’t realize when he was fingering me in the shadows of Whiskey Under the Rocks.
“Not quite. Problem?”
He lets out a soft, bitter laugh, like he thinks I’m a fucking idiot.
“I’m not one of the little boys you’re used to fucking, Penelope.”
Well, I’ve only fucked two boys, neither of which did this. The reminder of how much older he is than me is intimidating, and my thighs twitch to clamp shut.
He clears his throat and rolls his chair so he’s between my legs. The sleeves of his suit jacket graze against my inside seams, making the walls of my stomach tighten.
I’m burning up. Squirming under the intensity of his gaze, under the burden of the silence. I turn my attention to the ceiling in an attempt to slow my breathing.
When Raphael speaks, his hot breath tickling my clit makes my eyes damn near roll to the back of my head. He’s so fucking close.
“You’re wet already,” he says, tone void of emotion.
Jesus, what’s with all these observational statements? Is this another method of torture I haven’t heard about?
I grind my molars together and feign boredom. “I’m twenty-one; I’m always wet.”
A vodka-tinged hiss crackles against my clit. Christ. “Wet, for who, Penelope?”
I lap up the annoyance in his tone. After the dirty tactic he used to get me into this position, he should feel at least a fraction of my discomfort. “Any hot man that steps onto the boat.”
He mutters something in Italian under his breath, then grabs both my ankles and forces my feet up onto the desk, so my heels press into the backs of my thighs. The movement stuns me, slides my back half a foot up the wooden surface, and sends papers cascading to the floor.
I hope they were important.
Balling my fists against my sides, I squeeze my shoulder blades together and attempt to ride out the warm flush spreading across every inch of my skin. Down south, a cool breeze combined with hot breaths reminds me how exposedI am.
Without warning, his mouth clamps down on my clit, his tongue flattens over the bundle of nerves there, and he sucks.
Slowly. Sloppily. It’s a move so at odds with his silky image that it makes it ten times hotter. My blood burns so hot it turns to steam, sizzling through my body and contorting it in a way only lust can. My spine bends and my hips tilt. My throat opens to let out a strangled gasp.
And then he pulls away.
It’s instinct that fuels me to bolt upright and grab his hair to hold him in place. He tilts his chin, my juices glistening in the cleft of it, and meets my gaze with a crazed one of his own.
He licks his lips. “Yes?”
I glare at him, barely able to think over the thumping in my pussy. His breathing slows with every silent second and his eyes grow hotter with a challenge.
“Something you want to say, Penelope?” he rasps.
Yeah. I want to beg him not to stop. I want to beg him to toss that coin again and hope I win another round. But none of that will leave my lips without a gun pressed to my head. Because all of that requires begging. He’s already winning; I’m naked from the waist down on his desk, for Christ’s sake.
I need to level the playing field.
Maybe it’s the lust driving me insane, or maybe I’m bitter about him stealing two orgasms from me within the span of twenty-four hours, so I do what he did to me.
His gaze tracks my hand as I unwind it from his hair and slide it over my pubic bone. I cup my pussy. Realization slowly sweeps over his face, snuffing all the triumphout from behind his eyes. When I curl two fingers inside of myself, an embarrassing squelching sound bringing attention to my wetness, he grips the inside of my thigh and watches with fascination.
“Penelope…”
“You’re a bad man, Raphael,” I say, deepening my fingers in my entrance. “And you know what happens to bad men?”
His shoulders go rigid, and with a steadying breath, he reluctantly brings his eyes to mine. Recognizing his own words from last night, a demonic smirk creeps onto his lips.
