“Gorgeous,” I rasp. “Face me.”
“Can I come in now?” she sweetly asks.
“You aren’t undressed.” I stare pointedly at the thong. Now a dark shade of pink. “Take off everything.”
She stares defiantly. “So, you can have sex with me in the hallway and send me home after? Not happening. I want you to take me in a bed this time.”
Her tone, matched with the fire in her gaze, does it.
I snatch her around the waist, pulling her inside and slamming the door shut. Shoving her against the nearest wall, I growl, “You will get fucked wherever I decide.”
Curling a hand in her useless thong, I rip it with a hard twist of my wrist.
The sound that spills from her lips is somewhere between a shocked cry and a moan.
It turns me on.
Her long legs circle my waist when I lift her high until our mouths are inches apart.
“Are you averse to beds?” she sasses. “Or horizontal surfaces in general?”
“Have you forgotten when I laid you on your desk and ate your pussy?”
“Just beds then.”
“Are you trying to distract me from doling out your punishment?”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “Is it working?”
“Yes.” Then I crush my lips against hers.
She immediately parts, letting my tongue in. Her pleasured sigh vibrates down my throat as I kiss her deep. Gripping herass, I yank her cunt against my cock and grind hard. She moans, flexing her thighs and rolling her hips for more.
I thrust twice, torturing us both before pulling away from the wall.
Our lips stay locked as I carry her past the living room to the hallway leading to the master suite. Hearing me throw open the door, she jerks her lips away from mine. Blinking as if I put her in a daze, she looks around.
“Is this apartment yours?” she murmurs, taking in the sparsely decorated room.
“Yes.”
“Do you not come here often?”
“Only if I’m too tired to drive all the way home.”
Turning to me, she asks, “What’s your preference? City or the suburb?”
“We’re not on a date, Ari,” I remind her.
“Right.” Her cheeks tint. “Sorry.”
Marching to the bed, I lay her down on it. Towering over her, I take her in, sprawled out on the black silk sheets. She looks like temptation incarnate, waiting to be defiled.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
Staring at me with hooded eyes, she obeys. With a soft pout, she asks, “Why am I always naked and you’re not?”
“Because I call the shots.”
