“How…”
“Did I get up here? Your sister.”
“Oh.” I felt relief. That was better than him having blinded security.
“What did Marcus want?”
“Money.”
“Really?” He didn’t look surprised. “You said no?”
“I said no.” I stepped closer towards him. “I wouldn’t give Marcus a penny.”
He stretched out his limbs. I imagined climbing on him now, exploring his skin, each muscle, finding out their ridges and hard curves.
“Good to know. Do you know why he wants money?”
I shrugged. “Bad investment? No idea.”
I saw the slightest smirk on Tommy’s lips. “Do you know?”
His eyes held mine, containing something I hadn’t seen before and couldn’t interpret.
“No idea, Cherry.”
His nickname made me laugh. “Cherry? Like the cocktail you made me?”
“I don’t think ‘lady’ is a good fit anymore.”
He stood up, edged towards me like a cat.
“Why’s that?”
“Because ladies don’t let men like me finger and fuck them in public.”
Heat pooled everywhere at his words. “So whyCherry? I lost that a long time ago.”
“Because you’re sweet with a bite.” He lifted my chin with his finger, making me look up at him into a gaze that was potent.
For a second, I panicked. I’d been fucked by him once, a quick, mind blowing fuck which left me semi-wrecked.
What would a night in my bed do? What would he demand?
What would I give?
“Do you want me to go?”
It was as if he’d read my mind, but then I didn’t think I could hide what I was thinking from my face when I was with him. Or filter my words.
“No. But I don’t know what you’re going to ask of me.”
“Nothing you don’t want to give.”
“There isn’t anything I think I could say no to, not when it’s you.”
He shook his head. “There’s plenty, Jameson. You just haven’t been asked it yet.”
The sentence was punctuated with a kiss. Not one like before, which were messy and desperate. This was slow and controlled, every nip, every press here was deliberate. Tactical.
