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His lips curl up into a half-smile. “Especially not mistresses.”
That strikes me as really strange. We’re talking about sex in the most primal ways, but he can’t take me to his penthouse, because it’s private? I’m almost offended by that, but I remind myself he’s very high-profile. Maybe women have burned him in the past by exposing his personal information? That’s my only guess, and I go with it.
He keeps his hand on the curve of my back again as he guides me out to the valet where the driver is already waiting for us, the door propped open. I assume the staff alerted the driver that we were on our way out.
I slide back into the limo. The wine and conversation at dinner have relaxed me a little and so I don’t make a beeline for the other door, like I did before. When Evan enters, his long, hard leg brushes briefly against mine and I feel it like a shock. The air darts out of my lungs, and I pull my leg away.
“Just drive for a bit, will you, please?” Evan asks as the driver slides behind the wheel. At his reply, Evan pushes the button to close the partition between us and the driver. He doesn’t say anything, until the car starts moving.
“Was there anything else you wanted to cover that we didn’t go over at dinner?” he finally asks in a quiet voice.
I frown for a moment, thinking, then shake my head. “I think that was pretty much all of it.”
“I have a question for you, then.”
I look up. “What?”
But I never get a chance to finish what I’m saying because his hand hooks around the back of my neck, pulling my head to his, his mouth landing on mine in a firm, sure kiss. His mouth savages mine, ferociously as if he’s devouring me. He’s overwhelming me, his tongue plunging into my mouth, pillaging everywhere it touches.
His other hand is on my breast, rubbing against the satin material, making my nipple tighten in seconds. I groan and he does not let up. He’s softening me up again. But though I can tell myself this in my head, my body is literally overwhelmed by him. His body, bigger, more imposing, stronger, his arm like iron is latching around my waist pulling me tightly against him. I can tell that he’s seconds away from unzipping my dress and God, I want him to.
“There are things I want to know, too.” He breathes, his hot mouth pressed against my neck, his hand trailing its way to my knee and up under my skirt, caressing my thigh. “I want to know what it feels like to have your hard nipples pressed against my bare chest when you are underneath me. I want to know what you sound like when you come. I want to know what the inside of your thighs taste like.” He traps my ear in his mouth, running his tongue over the lobe, sending lightning straight down to my center. “I want to know what it feels like when you come on my cock.”
The air rushes out of my lungs. I’m not even sure if it’s possible for me to be more turned on than I am at this moment. I’m about ready to lie down right here and open my legs for him. But he pulls back to look into my face and then I can see that I’ve affected him, too. He’s flushed, breathing hard, his blue eyes dilated so that they are almost black.
He wants me. He wants to fuck me.
And I want him to.
“What’s it to be, Madeline?” he finally says. “Do I tell the driver to take you home right now? Or will you come back with me to Exeter House and sign the contract?”
I lick my lips, falling back against the seat. It’s clear that nothing will happen between us if I don’t sign and I want him so badly I can hardly think straight. I swallow and stare into those beautiful eyes. I can see the flecks of white and gray around the irises and they mesmerize me like a child’s kaleidoscope.
And in this moment I realize…I have no idea how I’m going to answer him.
Chapter 14
Say Yes
“What’s it to be, Madeline?” He’s asked me the question and the air between us is thick with tension. And desire. He clearly wants this as much as I do.
Leaning back against the town car’s leather seat, he regards me with those stunning blue eyes, patiently awaiting my response. His lips are still red from our kiss, his dark hair slightly mussed. He wants me to sign a contract. He wants me to be his mistress.
I suck in a deep breath. I can’t believe I’m going to say this. Seriously, something must be wrong with me. Sign a contract just so I can sleep with a guy? But for every objection I’ve raised, Evan has had a logical, completely sound response. And the contract itself sounds less and less crazy the more we’ve discussed it.
I swallow past the tightness in my throat, and look him square in the eyes. “Let’s go to the hotel.”
A faint smile touches the edges of his lips before he leans over and flicks the switch to lower the tinted glass partition between the driver and us. “Take us back to Exeter House.”
“Yes, sir.”
The partition rises, and we’re alone again. He settles back against the seat and stares out the window, one powerful hand working against his thigh. We spend the next ten minutes in expectant silence, tension eating up the space between us.
I’m dying to ask him what comes next, but I don’t want to break the silence. Instead, I watch him as he looks out the window, shadows passing over his beautiful face.
He’s going to fuck me. This man will be deep inside me soon. I can’t help but wonder what he will be like. To hear him talk, he is a very skilled lover. I’ve never been with someone like that. And the realization that I’m now giving him consent to “possess me completely” sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s touch, his weight on me. I’ve played it safe for so long, been the good girl for so long that I’d almost atrophied into some sort of unfeeling automaton. But something about him, the way he talks, the way he looks at me. The way he touches me. It makes me feel alive—and happy to be so. Even if this ends up being a short-term affair, a wild few months of pure carnal pleasure, I can’t help but feel that even that would be worth it.
