Robbie scoffs. “No, they don’t. But I do.”
I pull into the parking lot of his apartment complex.
“Okay, baby. Whatever you say,” I say, if only to placate his drunk ramblings.
“I’m serious, Oliver,” he says as I help him out of the car.
He leans into my space, pressing his body against me.
“Serious about blackmailing Sloane Pierce, CEO of Veil Technologies,” I say sarcastically.
Robbie nods.
“Serious about blackmailing my ex-boyfriend, who stole everything from me.”
I raise an eyebrow to that. Robbie told me he worked for Sloane for a while. Told me he got fired over a breach of contract, but he never told me what it was.
And he certainly never told me he and Sloane were… together.
He could be lying. He is drunk, after all, but something tells me he’s not.
“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan, genius?” I tease him. My hands slide over his hip, and the wind blows the trees. I’m suddenly aware of how dark it is in this parking lot. How Robbie’s looking at me.
I tense.
“You,” he says, his voice dark. He pushes me against the side of the car, trapping my body.
I wish I could say I hated it, but I don’t. Nor do I hate the faint twitch of his cock as he grinds against me. Or the way he grabs my throat.
“Robbie…” I whisper, my voice raspy. “You’re drunk, and we’reoutside.In public.”
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t suck my dick right here, Oliver. I know you.”
He kisses me, hard. My body locks up, freezing underneath his touch, his weight.
I’m equal parts aroused and terrified.
“I know what you crave.” He snickers. I find his gaze. I should tell him to stop. I should stop him.
But the only time he touches me likethisis when he’s drunk, and I like it too much to tell him to stop.
“Just like I know him,” he whispers, his hand sliding between us. I hear the latch of his belt, the shifting of fabric, and I close my eyes, knowing what’s coming.
His grip on my throat tightens as he leans in, his voice low.
“Now get on your knees and suck my dick, sweetheart.”
He pushes me to the ground, and I barely get a chance to speak before he shoves his cock down my throat in one swift motion.
I grab his legs, needing the support, and stay as still as I can. I let him use my mouth how he wants because it’s better that way. This isn’t about me—it never is.
Robbie holds my head still, and fucks my mouth, hard and fast. I can barely breathe as he grunts out his release a few seconds later.
I swallow his cum, and I hate it. I hate how this feels, but what I hate more than anything is that I like it, too.
I get up as he tucks his dick back into his pants. The air is cold and chills me down to my bones.
He looks at me with a grin.
