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He smirks and smolders. “I told you from the start, Miss Walsh—I’m not most people.”
My head feels like it’s about to explode. I mean yeah, he’s been flirting with me all through dinner. But I just figured that was his style, you know? Player’s gonna play, play, play, play and all that.
Unfortunately, I’ve underestimated the strength of this particular player’s game. Because I’m pretty sure Garfield is gonna disintegrate if Uri keeps this up.
“I, um… I don’t know what to say…” I admit stupidly. That’s the truth, though—I have no response. No witty comebacks. No snappy retorts. I’m blaming the alcohol but I’m pretty sure it has more to do with those intense blue eyes of his.
He tilts his head. “I’m taking you up on your offer to help me clear the table.”
It’s my turn to be bamboozled, but my confusion is quickly resolved when Uri reaches past me and sweeps away the plates and cutlery with his forearm, sending it all crashing to the floor. Then he grabs me by the hips and hoists me right onto the empty space.
My heart rate is rising rapidly. It’s partly pure panic and partly Uri’s cock pushed up against my panties, which, as we’ve already established, are threadbare. Which means I can feel him.
Allof him.
What iswrongwith you, Alyssa? You don’t want to be just another name on his list. A convenience fuck. A sex toy that he just uses and then discards.
Hell no. I’m no one’s purple alien tentacle dildo.
His hands grip my hips a little tighter, drawing me into his warmth. “I’ll say this one time and one time only: if you want to leave right now, I won’t stop you.”
I meet his eyes. He looks dead serious. I’m pretty sure that if I told him I want to leave, he’d back right off and let me go. Which is what I want—right?
My head is sayingyes.
My vagina is sayingfuck no.
How long has it been since I’ve let her go wild? If I’m being completely honest, have Ieverlet her go wild? It’s not like the men I’ve chosen have ever known how to draw my sex drive out of hiding.
But Uri… Uri seems like the kind of man who knows exactly what he’s doing. Uri’s the kind of man who makes me want to be the kind of woman who drinks expensive wine and wears expensive underwear and has wild, spontaneous sex on expensive dining room tables.
“Do you want to go home, Alyssa?”
He meets my gaze when he asks. And my pussy throbs loudly in answer, drowning all my doubts and leaving only the desire behind.
“No.”
5
ALYSSA
I don’t even have time to process what’s happening before Uri pulls my lips to his and starts kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. His lips are fire and I’m kindling and we’re both melting.
When his tongue slips inside my mouth, I find myself grinding my pussy against his erection. Is he just gonna rip through my panties with his cock? Take out Garfield with one deep stab? Honestly, for as long as I’ve had this underwear, I doubt I’d even mourn.
The wildest place I’ve ever had sex was a single bed—ontopof the covers. Risqué, I know. But now, here I am, spread on top of what is a very large, very antique dining table that was just moments ago piled high with gold-leaf-painted cutlery that’s just been swept to the ground like it doesn’t matter.
Uri’s hands run up and down my body. He stops kissing me only long enough to peel my black t-shirt off. He tears off the ratty old sports bra beneath it as though it has personally offended him.
“Why are you hiding this body under those clothes?” he demands. “It’s a fucking crime.”
When he says it like that, I’m inclined to agree. It’s weirdly unsettling to be the focus of so much attention, especially attention like his, which keeps veering back and forth between terrifyingly violent and so obsessively worshipful that I almost want to cry.
His bare cock nuzzling against my bare pussy feels borderline debaucherous. But it also feels so damn good that I find myself thanking the heavens that my package was mistakenly delivered to this address instead of mine. This has to be fate intervening on my behalf.
The stars knew I needed a good—
“Fuuuuck!” I gasp as he thrusts inside me.
