He nipped on my lower lip. “Such a sweet girl.”
“That’s all you want?”
“There’s a lot of things I want.”
“Like what?”
“Lunch with my woman.”
I smiled. “Maybe I could do that.”
“Lead the way.”
Sarah and Jennie looked back at me, shooing me away as I ripped the gloves off me, and Jennie took over. She gave me a wink as I walked away with a man that made my heart flutter.
This was normal, right? A man that was willing to spend whatever time I had with me, even if it was just to sit down for lunch. I mean, it was just lunch, there wasn’t going to be anything else. Right?
We had been here before enjoying lunch, like a normal couple, which we were not. He was ensuring that I was being taken care of, and for a long time, I wasn’t fighting it. From day one, I underestimated the softer side of him, though his possessiveness and alpha male tendencies showed in more ways than one. And one of those ways I was not complaining.
Something was off though, even with his hand on my thigh slowly moving thumb along, he was off.
His energy maybe, or even the way he wouldn’t look back at me when I glanced up, or even the way he was playing with his food.
When the silence was enough, I put down my food, dramatically dusted off my hands, and gripped his beard to face me. A low groan escaped from him. “You hiding something from me,River?”
I used his name, said it the way I knew drove him crazy.
“Not hiding anything. Don’t worry about me, peaches.” He tried to shrug off and turn his head. The crazy, obsessive side of me reared her chaotic head as I gripped his beard hard and yanked him back to me.
“Try again.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t. Worry. About. Me.” He enunciated each word.
The man was on the verge of being without sex for a long time with that attitude. Funny, knowing that the roles had reversed with him being the one with the bratty attitude.
“You either tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours or I’m going back home tonight and you can fuck your hand,” I threatened. I wouldn’t really go home, fearing that Chris would be home, but I’d go somewhere else.
His eyes darkened “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t you remember, sugar, I’m a stubborn, determined woman. Try me,” I challenged, still holding on to his beard. I kind of liked having this power over him, a little shift in our dynamic. But I was holding true about not holding back and lying to him… well, mostly everything.
He inched closer, placing his forehead on mine, and a low rumble from his throat sent a heartbeat back to my pussy. “Oh, we can certainly try a lot of things, Amelia. Two can play this game and I wonder who’s going to break.”
I did the only thing that my brain said “let’s try this way”, and took my free hand palmed his cock, knowing that I was asking for my ass to be spanked.
Oh darn.
He froze under my touch, only to glare at me in warning, “Who did you say would break?” I teased, curling a smirk on my face.
“You have two seconds to find an empty call room before I lay your pretty little ass on this table and have your ass carry my mark.” His devilish side was calling out.
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” I inquired, giving him a gentle squeeze.
His hips bucked against my hand. “On call room. Now.”
I scrambled to my feet, my pussy leading the way instead of my feet. Shooter wasn’t too far behind, his heavy footsteps trailing mine. I tapped my badge for one of the on-call rooms that barely gets used and since it was the day shift, no one was going to use it.
I found the small lamp on the table, illuminating the small space, but seeing the darkened presence of Shooter looming over me like a little prey.
