“And I want your car,” she adds quickly.
“My car?”
“Is there an echo in here?” She hooks her elbow on the bar, all playful petulance and attitude.
Fucking her is going to be so much fun.
“So wearenegotiating.” Mirroring her position and posture, I add, “Good girl.”
“Don’t patronize me.” Her breath is a soft brush against my lips.
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“Yes, you would. Or else I wouldn’t be here in the first place.”
“But now that you are, you want to make the experience worth it, right?”
She quirks a brow, and I get the insane urge to place my teeth over it. Bite a little. Lick her brow.
“Stop fucking me with your eyes, Raif.”
“That’s not what I want to fuck you with, princess.”
“Why do you insist on calling me that?”
“Because that’s what you are. It’s what I made you. A pillow princess, the kind I want nothing from but her pussy on my face.”
“That’s not true, though, is it?”
“It’s where I’ll start.”
“Maybe I should call you Rita. I’m beginning to think she might be your lesbian alter ego.”
“I remember you calling me God.”
Shetsks.“The hubris,” she mutters under her breath. “You wouldn’t be my first lesbian.”
“Are you trying to shock me or turn me on?”
“Two million and your car,” she retorts when I don’t exactly bite.
“Which car would that be?” I know, I’m a smart-ass.
She opens her mouth, then seems to catch herself. “Whichever one is worth the most.”
“That would be the McLaren.”
“That one, then.” She pivots away. “Two million and—”
“Not so fast.” My fingers fold around her arm, halting her in her tracks. My gaze dips to that space, the hairs on my wrist prickinglike pins. It’s the second time touching her has felt like this. The first time was in the Chelsea house. I’d already had my mouth on her, but when she’d pulled away, my reaction had been visceral. Animal. Demanding.
I bring my free arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against mine. The round of her ass hits my thighs. I want to pull her to her toes to right the gap, but instead, I put my lips to her neck. She gives the tiniest of gasps.
“I thought we were negotiating.”
“But you said—”
“One million for the arrangement. Two with a wedding night. Sleep in my bed every night, and I’ll double it.”
