I swear, the A/C in this swanky lounge must be faulty.
I swipe above my upper lip and fan myself.
“Too hot to handle?”
Way too hot to handle.
The way he just dangled that in the air… like candy.I’d be crazy to refuse the joyride he’s promising.
“I’m sure I’ll be okay,” I say.
“That wasn’t my question.”
I clear my throat. “It sounds like you could give BOB a run for its money.”
“I can guarantee you’ll set your collection of BOBs on fire right after you ride my throbbing crotch rocket.”
Cheesy and clever.
I can’t help my laugh.
He winks. “I want to make you feel good.”
He adjusts his tie as he studies me with the focus of a man plotting world domination.
I guess body domination is more apropos.
“Make up for all the pleasure you’ve been robbed of because you were with a man who failed you.”
I know it’s all pretend—part of the role playing—but that doesn’t prevent my toes from curling in pleasure in my strappy heels.
“That’s a big promise,” I say.
“Here’s the thing about me, McKenzie, I always—always—overdeliver.”
I stare at him, my pulse pounding.
I’m so aroused, I could climb into his lap and grind against him like a cat in heat until I come.
He reaches inside the pocket of his jacket, pulls out a hotel card, holds it between us before dropping it on the bar countertop. He slides it towards me. “What will it be? Beckham? Or BOB?”
His sexual magnetism has been off the charts from day one, but this evening, it’s at Richter scale levels.
“One thing to keep in mind,” he says, “BOB doesn’t have a tongue or fingers…”
“Good point,” I say, enjoying the heat between my thighs.
“Oh, and not forgetting the all-important nose, of course.”
“The nose?”
He nods. “A man who truly knows what he’s doing, uses his nose to the lady’s advantage. If he’s eating your pussy and you’re not feeling his nose jammed in there, nudging at your aching clit, while his tongue’s buried deep and he’s sliding two fingers in and out of your sweet ass, then he’s not doing it right.” He taps his nose. “Trust me.”
An electrical current sizzles through me, lighting up every nerve ending.
I grab the card, open my clutch, and drop it inside.
I meet his gaze. “You had me at the promise of what you’re packing. Everything after that was like pouring chocolate sauce on top of a decadent hot chocolate fudge cake.”
