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I cover his hand with mine at my side, sliding my fingers through his and closing my eyes. “What are we doing?”
“We’re wingin’ it, baby girl. Totally fucking winging it.”
I couldn’t have put it better.
I have had... Wait? How many glasses of wine? I’m not sure. Let’s say I decided to wisely stop counting at four. Yes, I decided to stop. I didn’t lose count or anything. Nope. I haven’t had that many.
I giggle to myself. So I’m on the drunker side of merry, but whatever. It’s been one of those nights where I’m feeling more than I want to, and the alcohol is a great number. Wine is a great number. And friend. It’s a very, very good friend. You know why? It doesn’t tell me to pull my head from my ass. It just goes on down and hugs me with warmth. Yep.
I’m sacking my best friend and hiring Sauvignon Blanc.
“I think someone needs to go home.” Tyler’s words crawl over my neck with his hot breath.
I lean back into him, smiling. “Maybe just a little.”
“A lot,” he corrects, laying a hand either side of my waist and slowly running them down. “I have plans for you tonight, Liv. Big plans.”
“Then your plan must be your cock.” I slap my hand over my mouth. Holyshitdidnotmeantosaythatoutloud.
He laughs loudly, his chest vibrating against my back. My cheeks flame. Holy shit. Someone remind me to replace the brain-to-mouth filter. Fucking hell.
“Um, I mean, really?” I say weakly.
“Oh, babe.” He can barely talk through his laughter. “You would be right. My cock is the plan. Specifically, my cock inside you.”
“And here I was hoping you’d get me on my knees.” I sigh, spinning in his arms and resting my hands against his stomach.
“It can be arranged.” He leans in, his lips ghosting across mine. “With your hands tied…in front of you this time.”
“Mmm, okay. But why in front?”
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready for you to know.” He lowers his mouth to mine once more and takes it in a possessive kiss.
The taste of the beer he’s been drinking mingles with the lingering wine on my tongue in an intoxicating mixture. Or perhaps that’s the way his tongue is gently flicking through my mouth and over my lips, tasting every inch of it. Or perhaps it’s the way his fingers dig in at my hips, desperately pulling my pelvis toward his so I can feel the way his cock is hardening.
“Let’s go,” I whisper, grazing his bottom lip with my teeth. “Your cock would be much more comfortable with my lips wrapped around it.”
Tyler groans, a low sounds that reverberates through me. “Don’t say things like that, or I’ll skip the hand-tying and have you suck me off in the car.”
“I can do both,” I say into his ear before stepping away.
His eyes flare with heat, a possessive, threatening heat, and I grab my purse. We stop briefly to say goodbye to Aaron and Dayton. Then, moments later, we’re in the elevator and my back is against the wall.
Tyler kisses me without warning, without preemptive speech or indication. It’s hard and rough and raw. His hand fists my hair and tugs painfully, making me moan into his mouth. He takes the opening and thrusts his tongue between my lips. It’s so forceful that I can feel my lips swelling with the pressure, becoming tender beneath his mouth’s assault.
He releases me a second before the doors open, and I barely have time to reorient myself before he whisks me out of the elevator and into the lobby. With one arm around my waist, he pulls my shaky body through the people entering and outside. The car pulls up and Tyler steps forward to open the door.
I take a deep, shuddery breath and slide across the smooth, leather seats. He gets in after me, adjusts his tie, and tells the driver to drive straight to my apartment.
The engine rumbles to life. Is this it? Finally the moment where he’ll let me taste him properly? Or will he force me to wait although it’s clear that it’s the one thing I want more than anything?
He answers my question by snatching my purse from my hand and dumping it on the floor. He yanks me toward him before grabbing my hips and depositing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.
His erection rubs against my center, hard and firm, and he cups my ass, drawing us ever closer. His lips touch my collarbone in an openmouthed kiss and travel across it to my neck.
“As much as I would love to unzip my pants and force your mouth around my cock, my desire to have you on your knees and tied while you do it is stronger.” He kisses down to and over my breasts. “So I’m going to tease you… By the time we reach your apartment, you’ll be on the brink of an orgasm. But you won’t come.”
“I won’t?” I gasp at the feel of his teeth nipping my breast.
