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“What you do you do for work?” he asks after a moment of thinking.
I smile before shrugging off my jacket. Tony sits up straighter, his eyes dipping to my arms and then my legs.
“Mysterious, aren’t you?”
“My turn for a question,” I shrug. “Why were you in such a bad mood when you walked in?”
His expression tightens.
“Do you want me to change the question?” I ask gently and he nods. “Okay. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me right now?”
He grins and his expression clears, “I’d kiss you. Without hesitation.”
His eyes meet mine and something heats in my lower half. This feels like a dangerous game. And I don’t like how he’s looking at me. Like he’s the predator and I’m the prey. I’m not used to being prey. And Tony looks like he could eat me and he’d enjoy it thoroughly,
“Your turn for a dare,” I say, hating how out of breath I sound.
He doesn’t even have to think about it. “I dare you to kiss me.”
My stomach nose dives, although I’m not sure why. I started this game. I’m pretty sure I wanted this. But sitting here, staring into those mischievous brown eyes, I’m starting to feel a little nervous. Which is crazy because I never really get nervous.
“I could change the dare if you want,” Tony says, acutely reading the uncertainty on my face.
“No,” I say on an eyeroll. I get to my feet. “It’s just a kiss.”
He sits patiently, waiting as I take a step forward. I place my hands on his shoulders, still stuck in his gaze. Tony doesn’t move. And it becomes clear that to kiss him, I’d have to sit in his lap. He knows this. He’s taunting me. to see how far I’ll go.
I swallow softly.It’s okay, I tell myself. I’ve done far crazier things. As soon as I lean down and he pulls me forward so I’m straddling him, it becomes pretty clear it won’t just be a kiss. I’m breathing heavily. When he shifts backwards and arranges our position so I’m more comfortable, a slight chill runs through me. Our breathes intertwine and it’s so quiet, I’m starting to second guess myself. The air around us is completely still.
“You can still back out,” Tony murmurs, his eyes are dark and so full of lust, it makes it hard to breathe.
“Shut up,” I say, before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.
Our mouths slam together. He tangles a hand in my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss in the process. My mind goes blank. I don’t think that’s ever happened before. I can’t think, all I can do is feel his mouth moving over mine. I kissed him, but he’s completely in control. Heat spreads through me like liquid fire, tightening in my chest, over my breasts before descending to every part of me.
I draw my tongue against this top lip before nipping at his bottom one eliciting a groan. Tony grabs the back of my neck and parts my lips with his before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Pure unadulterated lust consumes me.
My pulse thrums between my legs as he sucks on my tongue, tangling his with mine in a dance only we’re familiar with. My hips roll, seeking something more, more friction. I can feel him under me, hard and huge. Hot pressure builds inside me as I grind against his erection.
This really isn’t how I thought this night would go. But I don’t mind. I just want more. Tony’s hand snakes to my bare ass and he palms it and squeezes once before letting go. To my disappointment, he breaks the kiss.
“As hot as that was. I’m going to need you stop now, blondie,” he says, breathing heavily.
I blink up at him. “Why?”
“Because if we don’t stop. I’m going to fuck you. And I’m not sure you want that.”
“Aw, that’s sweet,” I say playing with the hair at the back of his head, twirling it in my fingers. Then I make sure to look him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me.”
He groans lowly in the back of his throat. “You sure?”
I nod.
“Blondie-”
“Stop talking, Tony,” I whisper before kissing him again.
This time it’s not slow and sweet. That dissipates into the dust as he kisses me with more passion. My heart pounds as he kisses me hard enough to bruise. He reaches for the edge of my tank top at the same moment I reach for the buckle of his jeans. Our movements are hurried, intense.
