And then it was over and he stepped away, leaving me to teeter precariously on my own two feet. He didn’t even scold me.
“I don’t belong here,” I said quietly, already shaken up, so the words just tumbled out. “In this fancy house.” I sniffed and gestured in his direction. “With a man like you.”
His head cocked to the side. “And what do you think a man like me is?”
“Bad-tempered, bossy, anal.” I glanced around. “Obviously rich.”
“Is that all?” His tone was dry, and I itched to look at his face to see what expression he wore, but I denied myself. Looking at him led to bad things.
“Handsome,” I mumbled.
“What?”
“Hard of hearing,” I hollered.
He chuckled.Oh, the way that rich, amused rumble erupting out of such a stoic man sent tingles down my spine.
“You’re handsome,” I admitted as if he needed me to tell him. “Kissing me would never be enough to make someone like you come in their pants.”
I’m surprised he kissed me at all.
The absurdity of this entire night crashed over me, weighing down my shoulders and making them ache. What the hell was I thinking getting on a dating app to find a plus-one to spring me from the hospital?
Eyes on the door, I bolted forward, planning to get the hell out of there. I wasn’t even sure where in the city we were, but I could figure that out later.
Once again, he blocked me, barricading the door with his wide shoulders, lean hips, and overwhelming presence.
“I’m not above biting,” I warned.
“Good.”
My head whipped up.
The azure of his eyes deepened to navy, a dangerous glint in their depths. My stomach swooped and my toes curled. His palm was large and weighted when it dropped onto my shoulder, and I began to tremble.
“On your knees,” he ordered, pushing me down.
My knees folded like a house of cards, and I crashed onto the floor with an audiblethunk.
The hand pressed against my shoulder drew back, reaching for the silver buckle in the center of a black leather belt.
The massive bulge tenting his black trousers made me gulp, and I gazed up at his face.
The hand not undoing his belt grasped the top of my head and pushed my attention back to where he opened his pants and then pushed them down.
“Is this what you want?” His voice was unforgiving, like gravel. It stung as it scraped across my skin. “You want to see what a hazard like you does to a man like me?”
The first flash of skin made me whimper, and my hands fisted on top of my thighs. I so desperately wanted to grab him, shove my face into his crotch, and inhale.
“Tell me, baby doll.” He continued, reaching into the snug black boxers to pull out his thick, rigid dick with a fat mushroom head. “Why would I give in to the temptation to unload in my pants when I could fill up the back of your throat?”
I let out a squeak, tongue shooting out to lick across my bottom lip as if I could taste the pearly bead already forming at his tip.
He grabbed my face with a punishing grip, staring down with barely contained malice. “Look only at me with those innocent eyes while you choke on me.”
Lust exploded in my middle, flooding my entire body until it was all I knew.
“And you better swallow every last drop. Your belly better be swollen with the amount of desire aman like mehas for you.”
