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“I’m saying that I would rather walk out that door than have you complimenting me because it’s part of your strategy to get me to play the game.You don’t want me.”
Tareq gripped the back of her swivel bar stool with one hand.His other was braced on the bar.Slowly, he turned her to face him.The precision control and low speed of the movement made her blood heat.It was dangerous-slow, not lazy-slow.
When he was done, she was facing him, trapped in place by the bar on one side and his outstretched arm, still gripping the back of her seat, on the other.His forearm pressed against her, and she was more aware of that point of contact than she should be.
Nomi threaded her fingertips through the fishnet on her thighs, holding tight, but raised her gaze to meet his.She was right about this, and wasn’t going to back down.
Tareq eyed her, then leaned in, looming over her, his hips pressing against her knees.
His hips and his cock, which was most definitely hard.
Nomi’s eyes widened.Tareq leaned in more, bending so his lips brushed her ear.
“I’m fighting the urge to…” He paused, the sound of his controlled exhale loud in her ear.“I should put you over my knee and spank you until you learn not to call me a liar… or insult my taste in women.”
Nomi stopped breathing, and her nipples hardened in arousal.
He leaned back, enough that he could meet her gaze.Nomi knew her eyes were a little too wide, her mouth open in shock.
“And after I was done,” he said softly.“After I’d stroked your well-spanked ass and cuddled you…"
Nomi realized she was holding her breath, forcing herself to exhale.
“Then I’d bend you over the bed.”
That made her look away, shame and anger dousing arousal.Of course, he’d bend her over the bed—where he wouldn’t have to look at her front, at her belly and heavy breasts as he fucked her.
“Slide a plug into that very biteable ass.”
Arousal surged back, shoving aside her body issues.
“Then flip you over and fuck the brat right out of you.”
Nomi stared at Tareq, and for the first time in a very long time she didn’t know what to say.
He examined her face, his gaze working its way over each feature.By her chin, he was smiling.
“What do you say, Nomi.Shall we negotiate?”
They endedup back in the parking lot.Okay, not exactly the parking lot—they were sitting on the front steps of the club, looking out at the parking lot.It was a rather uninspiring view.
“It’s gorgeous up here,” Nomi said.
Tareq turned to look at her.
Nomi raised the bottle of wine they’d confiscated, and he held out his glass.She added a finger of the red wine, which looked black in this light.
“You don’t think so?”She gestured with the bottle to their surroundings.
“It’s a parking lot.”
She snorted.“Don’t be boring.The trees, the stars.I like to pretend we can see the ocean from here, that maybe some of the darkness out that way is water.”
He turned to look to the west.They were too far back, deep in one of the Malibu canyons to see the water, but he understood.
And there was beauty here.The twin lines of palm trees, illuminated by landscape lighting, flanked the long driveway.The stars that weren’t exactly bright, but were at least visible.
“Boring?”He asked after a moment.“Not, ‘unromantic,’ or maybe ‘cynical’?”
