I step back, forgetting all about the scar on my hip that I hate so much. He devours me with his eyes. I’m pinned in place, not for an appraisal, but for an appreciation. And, oh, how those are different.
Slowly, I turn. The weight of his attention traces every movement. I feel him taking me in, piece by piece, deliciously and deliberately. Once my back is to him, he hisses, sucking ina breath so hard that I swear it scrapes my skin. It’s heady and intoxicating, and the best feeling in the world.
I arch my back, popping my behind out for him since he seems to enjoy the view. The chair crackles behind me, the sound breaking the air. Gathering my hair, I hold it on top of my head, standing on my tiptoes to elongate my legs, and pivot another few degrees.
“And she says she doesn’t flirt,” he says, chuckling to himself. “I can’t decide if you’re a ticket to hell or a fucking angel.”
Facing him again, I drop my hair. It falls around my shoulders and frames my face.
Bolstered by my newfound courage, I look up at him through my lashes. “Well, there’s one way to find out.”
His smirk says it all.
Game on.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Audrey
“Come to me.” He crooks a finger, leaning back in the chair, looking far too casual for what’s about to happen.
I take a timid step, but then I pause and square my shoulders. His gaze softens, lips tilting up at the corner in pride. With a lick of my lips—his attention following the motion—I move between his knees, placing my palm into his outstretched hand.
“Sit,” he commands, guiding me until I’m straddling him. His cock is rock hard and standing at attention between us. He smirks as I realize the size of the dick that I’m about to take. “Don’t worry. You can handle it.”
My fingers comb through his hair, tilting his head back so I can see into his eyes. It should make me self-conscious, and yet, it’s anything but that. He looks at me like I’m a prize, and that obliterates my defenses.
“I should’ve grabbed a condom before you sat on me,” he says, grinning. “Because I’m about two seconds away from pushing that lace aside and shoving my cock inside your pretty little cunt.”
Oh. My.I open my mouth, but nothing comes out but a shocked whoosh of air.
My pussy pulses so intently that I can feel my heartbeat between my legs.
Waiting for him to get a condom seems like cruel torture, and I’ve never felt anyone without one.
This is the first of so many things. Why not go all the way?
“Can I ask you something?” I ask, as he runs his fingers beneath my bra straps.
“Of course.”
I bite my lip in disbelief that I’m about to say this. Before I can get a word out, he unfastens my bra in one deft movement, and the cups fall forward between us.Exposing my bare chest to him.
“You were saying?” he asks, looking up at me as he lowers his face to my chest.
“I—ah.”
My eyes roll back in my head as his mouth covers one of my breasts. I rock against him without thinking, gyrating in his lap. He flicks my nipple with his tongue before biting it gently, and I think I’m going to die.
“What did you want to ask me?” he asks before moving to my other side. He flicks, nips, and sucks my breast, and I’m putty in his hands.
“I don’t know,” I say, arching my back, urging him to continue his assault. “I don’t even remember my name.”
He leans back, his fingers taking the place of his lips, and plays with my hard buds. “You are Dr. Audrey Van, a reformed good girl who is about to be very, very, bad.”
Oh, right. I remember. “I’m on birth control,” I say, brushing his hair off his forehead. “And I haven’t had sex in a year, and all of my tests are up to date with no issues.”
