I tilt my hips and rock against his fingers. “Please don’t edge me, Tristan. I don’t think that I can stand it; I need to come.Please.”
“Beg for it,bebelle.”
I’m not above begging at this point. “Please, Tristan. I need it sobadly.”
“Louder.”
I don’t know where Ray is, and I don’t care. He knows what Tristan is, and he must know what I am to his employer. “Pleeease, Tristan. I’m in agony. Desperate. Please let meorgasm.”
His hand slows and I whimper. Shit. He’s going to edge meagain.
“Are you desperate enough to let me fuck you in theass?”
I press my face to his shoulder and shake my head. “I’m desperate but not thatdesperate.”
His finger flicks the sensitive nub a few times. “Will you give me afreebie?”
“Afreebie?”
“Give me tonight without a keypull?”
Oh. The jackal wants to weasel out of giving me a key, and he’s negotiating the deal at my most vulnerablemoment.
“I’ll give you vanilla without a key pull, but none of the other stuff. No spanking. No Dom-sub acts. No bossing me around. We make love. You give me what I need, we both come, and I won’t ask to pull akey.”
He lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing me just below my lobe, and his hand masturbates me into oblivion. “Deal. You maycome.”
“Omigod.” I bite my lip and grasp him tightly around his neck to pull himclose.
I tense all over, including my curled toes, when the rhythmic contractions in my groin begin. Once. Twice. I lose count of how many times my internal body squeezes. “Tristan…”
“That’s it, bebelle. Ride it out,” he whispers against myear.
I relax when my orgasm ends. My entire body goes lax, and Tristan wraps his arm around my waist to hold me on hislap.
He nibbles my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. “The way you respond to my touch is sexy asfuck.”
“Well, I think that the way you rub me off is sexy as fuck.” His hand is so powerful. Mine always gets tired and cramps when Imasturbate.
“We have great sexual chemistry, don’t youthink?”
“We do.” Fact. I’ve never clicked sexually with anyone the way I do withTristan.
“I need to go to work.” He grasps my face and turns it so our lips are touching, but not kissing. “I’m excited about tonight. I’ll think about it all day.” He presses a kiss against my lips. “Six o’clock. Don’tforget.”
“Iwon’t.”
* * *
I don’t seethe need in taking a lot of my personal things to Tristan’s house. Seems unnecessary when I could be debt free and back home at any time. But that won’t happen tonight, thanks to that stupid orgasm-induced agreement I made with him. I know it was dumb to make that deal, but one freebie won’t kill me. It’ll be worth it when my toes arecurling.
My cash is in the deposit box, and I take one last look around and do a mental check in my head: laptop, iPad, passport, checkbook. I can’t think of anything else I should take since Tristan has provided me with everything I’llneed.
Most people would be in heaven driving this Bentley, but I’m a wreck. I’m terrified that a rock is going to fly up and crack the windshield or a tourist looking at the beach instead of the road will sideswipe me. My list of potential disasters goes on andon.
I’m relieved when I arrive at Nana’s without incident. Until she comes out to meet me in the drive and sees the damn Bentley. “You’re driving that bastard’scar?”
The way she saysthat bastard’s carlets me know that my grandmother isn’t in the dark about what’s going on. She knows at least a portion of thesituation.
