“Yes,” he said, standing at the foot of the bed, unbuckling his pants. “I will fuck you, Delilah. I have wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you. I have waited long enough for you.”
He came on top of me and started kissing my neck, sending my hips upward.I will fuck you, Delilah.
Are you sure—is this what you want—shut up, enjoy the moment—your ethics.
He grabbed my breasts as he moved his lips down my neck and to my chest. I had maybe seconds before I could never turn back. Fuck, I had no interest in doing that! None!
… but to what end, though? Never mind the professional part. What the fuck was this building toward? A quickie? Something real?
Adrian moved past my breasts and down my stomach. Both my pants and my underwear still lay between him and what he sought, but they were far less resistance than the walls we had put up before—for quite understandable reasons. As soon as they went off…
Adrian kissed the center of my hips, between my belly button and my clit. I writhed with a mixture of anticipation anduncertainty. The easiest thing to do would have been to let it go, to just let it transpire.
But the smart thing…
I didn’t get to think further when suddenly, Adrian sat up. He pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. This was all so incredible; no one had ever kissed me like this, ever teased me like this! As if to drive the point further, as one arm cupped my neck and held my face against his, the other slid down my pants. I was unbelievably wet; my mind might have still been torn, but there was little denying what my body wanted.
He found my clit. He wasted no time rubbing. Pressure and heat rose all through my body; I returned the favor, moving my hand down his pants until I found his cock. Fuck, it felt so stiff, so thick in my hand. All I had to do… all I had to do…
What do you want, Delilah?
Decide before it’s too late.
I groaned as he continued rubbing me, gradually moving me down the path of climax. It would not come instantly, and yet…
The point of no return began approaching. As soon as I came…
I lurched back. I caught my breath. Adrian, kneeling on the bed, looked at me dumbfounded, as if he couldn’t believe what was transpiring. I couldn’t, either.
“What?” he said. “Come.”
I swallowed a breath. Ihadto get a hold of myself. Ihadto know what I was getting into. To be a power play, and not just a true passion…
“Adrian,” I said, nervous—not because I was afraid of what to say, but afraid I would fall for his power. “What am I to you?”
Adrian’s steely gaze never changed. That stare was stronger than any diamond forged in the world, never mind in Las Vegas. No man hadeverlooked at me like that; it was a look I had to turn my eyes from, lest I fall under its spell.
“No bullshit,” I said as I looked down at the bed.
“You’re mine.”
“No,” I said. Well, yes, I wanted to be his. But I wanted to behis; I didn’t want to be his for just this mid-morning, never to see each other again. “I mean… Adrian.”
No bullshit.
“You’re handsome as hell. We’re clearly past questions of whether I prioritize my personal interests over my professional ones.”
Are you? Or are you just captive to the moment? Tread very carefully, Delilah.
“But if you are just trying to fuck me to show off to your brothers, to say ‘I won’ in this game of power, then I have absolutely no interest in this,” I said. “I… got swept up in a game with you. It’s a fun game. But drop the game for a moment. You want the real truth?”
I swallowed. This went beyond honest. This went to painful.
“I would never have done this a decade ago. But I’m in my thirties now. I always said I wanted a family, and yet my actions never aligned with that. It’s clear you and I have something here. But I want to make sure we agree on what ‘something’ is. Do you understand?”
Adrian growled something incomprehensible, and I wasn’t even sure it was an actual word. He sounded more like a tiger having to speak to its prey than he did a man having a conversation with a woman. It was both incredibly erotic and dangerously risky.
“I honestly do not care if you manipulated me here or not; it was clear that this was something we always desired,” I said. “But again. What is the ‘something?’ We’re playing with fire here if we are on different pages.”
