“Call it a kink. Interested?”
She shot him a look of pure venom. “Fine. Next time I show up here in your chosen outfit, you give me seven hundred in cash. And if I don’t want to do anything except go on my phone, you can’t stop me.”
“Sure.”
“I can do whatever I want.”
She could, but he knew better than anyone that money changed things. This was why companies gave politicians donations and sent influencers baskets of free shit. It shouldn’t change their opinions, but it did. And Tabby was brilliant; maybe she already knew that. Maybe she was trying to find a way back into his bed that didn’t feel like a moral compromise.
“We have a deal?” he asked.
Tabby nodded, her lower lip jutting. Toby wanted to suck it into his mouth, bite it while he rode her pussy. She squeaked when she got close to coming, made cute little noises while her cunt clamped around him like a vice. They were closer now, their heads bending together, her nipples inches from his chest. He wanted to kiss her like he wanted to keep breathing, but he kept his head level. “You want something? Right now?”
“I want to kick you in the teeth? Does that work?”
“No thanks. You said something about leaving?”
“You’re the one who wanted me to leave,sir.” She said it in the snottiest fucking voice, but that didn’t matter. The word slid through him like a razor blade. Before he could question it, his hand was at her throat, holding fast. “What was that?”
Tabby’s eyes were wide, her lips flushed and parted. “Nothing.”
He tightened his grip and felt her pulse going wild against his palm. “You sure?”
She shook her head, and he saw the glow of the challenge burning in them. She liked the tussle. Liked being denied. This was why he’d gone. Why he’d made himself someone she’d want to tussle with.
“Tabitha,” he said slowly. “Either admit you want a fuck and come upstairs and sit on my dick or get the hell out of my house.”
She gasped, her bag strap sliding off her shoulder, the whole thing hitting the floor. “You’re such a cunt!”
“Yeah, and that’s got you soaking, hasn’t it? So, what’ll it be?”
The kiss was as unexpected as their first. Hot and hard. Tabby’s teeth latched to his lower lip, biting deep enough to make him bleed. He took it gladly and did what he’d imagined moments ago, picking her up and slamming her back into his wall with enough force to make the whole thing shake. Somewhere, further along, a painting fell.
Fuck it, he thought, wrapping Tabby’s legs around his ass.I’ll get a new one.
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent like it was drugs. It had been so long. Too long. He needed everything she had to give, more. As she ground against his hips, her fingers sank into his hair.
“Fine,” she gasped. “Fucking fine!”
Toby could hardly think. “Fine, what?”
“Fine, we can do this. Give me one. I don’t care.”
The words took a second to sink in, but when they did, he could have killed something. He could ‘give her one?’ Stick his cock in her like a dildo with a guy attached. Because shedidn’tcare?
“Fuck this,” he muttered, wrenching them both away from the wall. “We’re done.”
“What?” Tabby panted, locking her legs around him. “No! Why are you stopping?”
“Oh, you want me to keep going, huh? That’s what you want?”
“Yes! What’s happening? What did I say?”
Toby felt his lips curl into a snarl. “You acted like you were doing me a damn favour. You’re the one panting for a fuck, Tabitha. Act like it.”
“And how do I do that?”
He gestured to the ground beside them.
