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The silence between us hung heavy for a long moment, pregnant with sensual tension. My eyes flickered from his lips to his darkening gaze as my body came alive with passionate hunger.
“You already know how things would be in private.”
A soft gasp escaped my lips, and my cheeks caught flame. I glanced back down at the diamond ring again, hoping to conceal the crimson color to the best of my ability. I reached forward, not for the ring but for my glass of whiskey. I took a small sip and considered his words.
He was saying all the right things, but his actions were important too. Nothing he’d done with me in public had been heavy-handed or even remotely controlling. It was obvious that he knew that the reputation I’d built for myself meant a lot to me, and he had been careful to respect that.
This was going a bit too smoothly for him, and I wasn’t a woman easily caught, so I decided to push him a little bit.
My pussy be damned. I was going to come out the victor tonight.
“And this is the part where I say ‘No’, and then change my mind in a few days because I need your cock, right?”
From the way his eyes were twinkling, he thought he had this in the bag. He was already counting his winnings and preparing to take me to his place for the fucking of a lifetime. I had to admit that I didn’t hate the idea. A part of me actually enjoyed the thought, but I was a woman ruled by her head, not the needy clit between her legs.
“Something like that, yes,” he smirked.
He definitely thought he was winning, and I played into it, loosely plying my fingers around the box and sliding my fingertip up and down the soft velvet. I wondered if he was imagining my fingers doing the exact same thing to his cock.
“And if I say ‘yes’ right now?” I asked pointedly. I sucked in a cautious breath, wanting to confirm what I thought he was thinking, even though I already knew that he was imagining me flat on my back, scratching my nails into his shoulders as he drove into me with the strength that I already knew him capable of.
It was an intriguing fantasy, one I wanted to come true, but when the time was right.
“You know what happens if you say ‘yes’ right now,” he countered.
The meaning between his words was clear. If I did say yes right now, he would slide that ring on my finger and the two of us would leave together. He would take me back to his place, and I would enjoy being fucked long into the night.
It was soverytempting.
His close proximity to me was subtly mesmerizing. The fact that I hadn’t seen him all week only added to the building tension between us.
Instead of playing into his expectations, I smiled and leaned in towards him. My lips grazed against his with bold intent and he took in a shaky breath, expecting hesitation from me and finding the exact opposite. I kissed him with the same confidence as he had kissed me that first time, but I didn’t stop there.
With my right hand, I reached down and boldly rubbed my hand over the hard line of his cock. He was just as big as I remembered and rigidly erect. My open challenge was turning him on, and I liked that.
To be honest, Ireallyliked that.
“If this is going to work, I’m going to have to win sometimes,” I whispered, drawing my face away just enough to meet his gaze. I made no effort to pull my hand away from his cock, enjoying the feel of him at my mercy as I stared at him in open confrontation.
He said nothing, and a long pause passed between us. He was waiting for me to make the next move. I smiled, fully satisfied with this whole encounter.
“Ask me again tomorrow.” I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear and squeezing my fingers around his cock. He was rock hard, and I would bet good money on the fact that he was having extreme difficulty keeping himself under restraint so that he didn’t take me right there in the middle of the pub.
His palm cupped my face gently, pulling me in for a sweet kiss. As time went on, his lips pressed more firmly into mine, possessing me, tasting me, but he only allowed it to go so far.
He kept his word. In public, we would be equals.
“I’m going to make you pay for this, little girl,” he whispered with a growl, tipping his head and lowering his voice so that I was the only one able to hear his sensual warning.
“I know… but I think you’ll be back tomorrow, won’t you?” I smirked, pulling back just enough to see the simmering arousal clear in those marvelously dark, masculine eyes. Wanting to make the last move, I leaned in and kissed him with far more ferocity than he’d kissed me. I nipped his lower lip hard enough to force him to make an audible sound, and then I released my grip on his cock, downed my whiskey in a single long sip, and walked out.
I didn’t look back over my shoulder, instead keeping my chin held high as the bell tolled over the door. I really wanted to, at least in part to see the look on his arrogantly sexy face.
More than that, though, I wanted to turn around because I wanted to say yes, and I wanted him to take me back to his place so that he could fuck me the way I needed to be fucked.
The way Ideservedto be fucked.
Like an absolute goddamn queen.
