I got her going in the car, my driver under strict instructions to only look at her when she got in and got out.
But she didn't put on a show, I'm not sure that is her. Yet.
Nasty thoughts fill me as I slow the kiss, seducing her, drawing her out, making her whimper into my mouth as I hold us up with one hand pressed into the wall, the other just at the edge of her ass, fingers placed close enough to touch her more intimately.
I don't.
I like the game.
I want her to beg and inhale the denial, to give in to my control.
I'm going to have to play it differently. As Alex, there is that freeing honesty with the fantasies and what I have discovered I like and yearn for.
As me...I'm going to have to bring it down a different path, one that looks different to her but is, in reality,another version—another level of the journey of Lola and Alex.
She suddenly pulls my hair, lifting my head, and I break the kiss.
We are both fucking panting, and I look at her through the passion glaze in my eyes.
"Slow down?"
"No," she says. "Yes. Wait."
"What?" Alarm bells start to peal in my head.
Did she realize, somehow, I'm Alex?
Because I have to say, when I fuck her pussy, I'm going to have to be careful, keep it as different as I can...or failing that, just have her so worked up it is not funny.
Or is she going to tell me about him? Suddenly, I'm not sure I want to go there.
Not yet.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes. No. I...I have fantasies. And a friend. I think h-he sold your father the townhouse." She drops her face against my shoulder and continues. "We share fantasies. And I t-told him about you."
"That I'm the hottest man you know?"
"Shut up," she mutters, attempting loathing. "He encouraged me to come to you. Finish what we started."
"Are you with him?" I made Alex out to be the not-jealous type. I have bones and teeth made of the stuff. Blood. "Because I gotta say, I wouldn't be encouraging a girlfriend to go on a fucking spree with other men."
"I'm not. I mean, I told you, I don't have a boyfriend."
"That's not a no."
"We...play. That's it."
"So... you want to play with me?" Then I grin. And I suck her lip into my mouth, stroking my tongue over it. "You want me to play with you."
"This is a bad idea. Let me go."
I let her slide down, but I back her into the sofa. And I put an arm on either side of her. "No, it isn't. I'm just trying to find the rules."
"Enzo."
"Lola," I parrot her tone. "There have to be rules."
