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I lean over slightly and place my hand on his thigh, moving it slowly up his leg until I feel the length of him in his suit trousers. He’s hard and thick and throbbing against his thigh and I hesitate, my touch somewhat tentative as I cup his cock.
I flick my gaze back up to his and I don’t know what I was expecting – maybe that his eyes be closed in pleasure or his head be thrown back as he savored the feel of my hand on him – but instead I find his eyes pinned on me. He’s pushing a piece of ice around his mouth with his tongue, his cheeks hollowing in turn as he continues to stare.
He moves his hand over mine and I pause, transfixed by the size disparity between his and mine and the nearly audible crackle of chemistry when he touches me. I expect him to push me away, but instead he closes his larger palm over my hand and presses it more confidently on his dick, making me squeeze his length.
“If you’re going to touch my cock, don’t be shy about it.” A throaty groan falls from his lips and I can’t help but stare at his mouth as he licks them. “Touch me like you mean it.”
I’m definitely out of my depths with him and the color in my face goes to prove it. His thumb comes up to gently caress the pink hue of my cheeks.
“Adorable,” he breathes as if to himself.
I’m desperate to regain the upper hand somehow, or at least the element of surprise.
“What do you do?”
He chuckles and I find myself momentarily entranced by the sound.
“Weird question to ask me while you’re palming my dick.”
“Let me guess,” I say, making a show of perusing him from head to toe while simultaneously rubbing him from tip to base. His lips part slightly and I can’t help the smug smile I give him. “You’re a lawyer.”
His fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping my movement.
“What gave me away?” His tone is nothing more than a seductive whisper.
“The perfectly fitted suit.” I tip my chin at his wrist. “The sleek and simple inconspicuous watch that's actually thirty thousand pounds. The brown liquor. The broodiness. The general look of disdain for the world.”
I’m ensnared by the way his chest moves as he takes in even breaths. There’s humor shining in his eyes now and I wonder if I got it wrong.
“You got me,” he answers, and his thumb brushes against the sensitive skin of my wrist, leaving blazing heat in its wake. “What do you do?”
Shit. I didn’t think about him turning the question back on me. The glancing touches are enough to frazzle me as I search for an answer.
He’d shut this down if I told him the truth.
“I’m a graphic designer.” It’s not far from the truth, it’s just not how I earn a living. “I love to draw. I actually designed my first tattoo this summer.”
He hums, making his interest clear. His eyes drag slowly down my body. “Where is it?”
I squeeze his dick again and his eyes darken as they drop to look at our entwined hands in his lap.
“I’m trying to get you up to my room so I can show you,” I whisper, looking up at him from below my lashes.
He lifts a brow at me, exactly like he had when I’d first walked up to him.
“You have a room?”
“I came ready,” I say with another shrug.
“How old are you?” He asks.
“Twenty-two, why? How old are you?” I hope I play it off naturally. I think he’d run for the hills if he knew the real answer.
He raises his glass to his mouth and takes a sip. He takes his time, savoring then swallowing the liquor before placing his glass back down on the counter. I watch his Adam’s apple work as the liquid slides down his throat.
“Making sure I don’t go to jail tonight.” He licks his lips. “I’m twenty-four.”
A warm hand wraps around my hip, startling me. I didn’t even see him move and now he’s using his hold to pull me closer against him. He turns slightly, parting his legs and positioning me between them.
