Page 42 of Stick Tease


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He lowers the glass, tongue sweeping the inside of his cheek.

“Your lies made me parched.”

“They were being awful.” I narrow my eyes.

“So, you decided to brag about sex with me?”

My face flames.

“If you were close enough to eavesdrop, you should have done something.”

He takes another sip. “Didn’t realize I was supposed to step in and rescue you from your own imagination.”

“Okay then.” I plant a hand on the bar, pretending my heart isn’t exploding. “I just added a new term to my list.”

“Oh?” he says. “Do tell.”

“No other women,” I say plainly. “Under any circumstances.”

Silence. Then his lips curl into the most sinful smile I’ve ever seen.

“No other women,” he repeats slowly, savoring my obvious jealousy.

“So you don’t contradict my lies,” I shoot back. “And because it’ll look bad in the press if it gets out.”

He hums and leans in, fully amused now.

“And what,” he whispers, “should I do if I get an urge?”

My thighs press together under my dress at the thought of possible options. All of them include me.

I swallow. “Rub one out in the bathroom.”

Dom stills, then exhales something like a disbelieving laugh. He finally pulls back half an inch to drag his eyes over my dress, then back to my face.

“How do you imagine it?” he murmurs.

My heart stops and kicks in again, heat flooding my core.

Images hit me so violently I have to shut my eyes for a moment. Him over me, holding my wrists, his massive body pinning mine to a mattress. My thighs press together, and his eyes drop instantly. He sees it.

“You’re imagining it very loudly,” he murmurs, voice lowering.

I swallow hard, heat clawing up my cheeks.

“I’m not imagining anything.”

“Shame. I’d love to hear what your imagination comes up with,” he says. “Judging by your face, it’s filthy.”

God help me.

I’m tipsy.

I’m bold.

I’m not thinking clearly. And I hate the way he acts untouchable, unmoved. So I press my palm to his thigh, right above the knee. His eyes flick down, then up, and something shifts behind them.

“See?” I whisper. “You’re not as indifferent as you pretend.”