I broke away from her mouth.
“I didn’t change them.”
“You did. You sent me them. You’d swapped our sides.” Her hands ran down my chest, grazing close to my cock.
“They’re not the final plans.”
She took my bottom lip between hers and nipped it.
“We’re sticking to what we agreed.”
I bent down and kissed her neck, nipping back. Leaving a mark.
“We are.”
She pushed me back. “Are you saying that just so I’ll sleep with you?”
“No.” My hands stilled on her arse. “I sent you a version of the plans that I knew would piss you off.”
“And why would you do that?”
“To get this reaction.”
“The plans haven’t changed?” Her words were whispered, the hum in them going straight to my cock.
“The plans haven’t changed. Your spa will be what you want it to be.”
She pushed me off her. “Excellent. I’ll make my way home.”
For a tenth of a second I was speechless. “What the… Sophie…”
She left my bed and then my bedroom. I leapt off the bed and started to chase after her, aware that my cock was tenting my sweats and there was no way I could leave my apartment looking like I did.
“Sophie! Stop. It was a joke…”
She stopped, her hand on the door, ready to leave. “Why are you so bothered about me wanting to leave?” Her eyes went to where the sweats left nothing to the imagination. “I’m not your fuck buddy, Liam.”
“I know.” I looked to the ceiling. “Go. Seriously. I’m sorry for the joke.”
She didn’t move.
I felt every hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I watched as she licked her lips.
“You’re an arse.” She took three steps towards me and put her hands on my biceps.
“You’re a bitch.”
“You’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.” Those hands trailed down my arms to my hands and then to my stomach.
“You’re power hungry and heartless.” I wasn’t sure I meant it anymore.
“You have abs.”
“You noticed.”
“And your cock looks happy to see me even if you generally aren’t.”
“And I bet your pussy’s wet and hoping it gets to meet my cock again.” I slid my hands down the back of her jeans
