AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He sets down his panini and takes a sip of orange juice. “If you want breakfast, make it yourself.”
“I don’t eat breakfast,” I reply as I bring the strawberry to my lips and bite down.
Shaking his head, he lets out a huff while shooting me a pointed look. “Yeah, I can see that.”
Still leaning forward over the table so that my breasts are on full display, I lick my lips as seductively as I can before I take another bite of the strawberry. Jace’s eyes remain on mine. He doesn’t even glance down at my lips. Not even once.
Fucking hell, what is it with this guy?
I pop the final piece of strawberry in my mouth, placing it deliberately on my tongue and then sucking my finger on the way out.
Jace curls his hand into a fist on the table and shakes his head again before pushing his chair back.
“And now I’ve lost my appetite,” he says as he gets to his feet and quickly starts turning around as if to leave.
Humiliation washes through me.
But then I see it.
The massive bulge in his pants.
Shock pulses through me at the sight of it. God, he must be painfully hard if his cock is straining that much against his jeans.
Straightening in a flash, I quickly skirt around the table before he can walk away. He jerks back, coming to an abrupt halt as I stop right in front of him.
With a wicked smirk on my lips, I tilt my head back and lock eyes with him. “Liar.”
He frowns down at me with what I have to admit is impressive nonchalance. “About what?”
“Losing your appetite. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re actually struggling to… contain your appetite.”
“Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.”
“Uh-huh.” I shoot a pointed look down at the bulge in his pants. “So that’s not your cock standing at attention for me?”
A muscle ticks in his jaw, but he doesn’t reply.
“Oh, I see,” I taunt, flashing him a devilish smile. “It’s not your cock. It’s your gun. Man, I didn’t realize that the groceries were giving you so much trouble that you had to keep a gun in your pants while making breakfast.” I flick another knowing look down at his crotch before raising my eyebrows in a show of innocent curiosity. “Or perhaps it’s a pet snake that I have yet to meet. I didn’t realize that you were a reptile guy. I have to warn you, I’m not a fan of snakes?—”
My mocking words are cut off by a yelp as Jace surges forward.
Grabbing my wrist, he twists me around and pushes my arm up behind my back while his other hand locks around the back of my neck.
A huff escapes my lungs as Jace bends me over and shoves my chest down against the smooth wooden tabletop. He keeps one hand on the back of my neck, holding me down, while the other keeps my arm twisted up behind my back.
I blink, my mind scrambling to catch up with the sudden turn of events.
Before I can get my wits about me, Jace places his foot against the inside of mine and pushes outwards in one firm motion, widening my stance.
My heart skips a beat as he steps closer, his hard cock pressing against my ass.
“Is this what you want?” he demands, his commanding voice pulsing through the air and vibrating through my soul. “For me to bend you over the table and fuck you?”
Heat sears through me at his words.
“Answer,” he snaps.
A jolt shoots through me, and my clit throbs. At the effortless command in his voice. At his dominating hands on my body as he keeps me bent over the table. At the feeling of his cock pressing against my ass.
