“Wanna bet?” she laughs.
I glare at her across the table, my blood simmering. Fifteen-hundred odd years alive, and no one has ever,everbeen able to push my buttons so thoroughly as this infuriating woman.
“No. Sit down.”
“I told you, I’m not hungry and—”
“AndI’mnot interested in indulging childish antics tonight. So you can either sit in your chair like a good girl and feed yourself, or sit on my lap while I do it for you.” I flash a menacing grin, the warning in my voice clear. “Guess which option will be more pleasant?”
Fuck.
It’s the wrong card to play. I know it the moment the words are out. The light in her eyes darkens, and she squares her shoulders, her lips quirking at the corners.
“MissAvery,” I warn, but it’s too late. She’s already stalking toward me. Swiveling my chair around. And dropping herself right into my lap, intentionally grinding that hot little arse against my cock.
I should’ve seen it coming, but I didn’t. As usual, the incorrigible little witch knowsexactlywhat she’s doing, and despite my best efforts, I’ve let her get the upper hand.
Again.
“Yay!” She claps with mock exuberance, still wiggling, still determined to completelydestroyme. “What’s on the menu? Smells delish, but I hope it’s vegan. Also, have you reviewed my most up-to-date list of food allergies? It’s quite extensive. You wouldn’t want me to go into anaphylactic shock just to prove a point, would you?”
“I’m well aware of your dietary needs. The food is from a famous vegan restaurant nearby that also happens to be one of the few restaurants in this city that meets Augustine’s impossibly high culinary standards and for fuck’ssake, Miss Avery, will youpleasestop wiggling?”
“Wiggling? This?” She does it again. “This is merely adjusting. Repositioning. Wiggling is more like…”
She shimmies in my lap, her skirt riding up until there’s barely anything between us but my loincloth and the napkin. Oh, and those panties Jude dressed her in, no doubt.
“Westlyn,” I grind out. “Stop… stop moving. For the love of all that is sacred, stopbloodymoving.”
I’m already rock hard for her, my cock throbbing against her tight arse, her body warm and perfect and fuckinghellit’s all I can do to hold on to the last threads of my control…
“And what if I don’t?” She shifts again, smug and defiant as ever. “Are you finally going to make good on all your threats, or—shit!”
In a flash I’ve got her flipped over and sprawled out across my lap, her arms flailing, skirt pushed up, her ripe arse in full view—twin pale orbs contained behind a purple lace thong, all that flesh justbeggingfor my handprint.
“Draegan!” she squeals. “What the hell are you doing?”
“You still haven’t learned your lesson about taunting me, little mortal.” I graze my palm across her smooth skin, enjoying the ripple of gooseflesh that follows. “That’s quite… unfortunate.”
“Put me down!”
“Hmm. Is that really what you want?”
She doesn’t answer. Just wrenches out of my grasp and gets to her feet, her cheeks red, hair falling in front of her eyes.
The scent of her desire…Fuck.
“Seriously?” she hisses, pushing her hair back and straightening her skirt, doing her damndest to appear angry. “You wereseriouslygoing to spank me?”
I shrug. “You need a lesson in manners and discipline.”
“Oh, really? And you think you’re the one to teach me?” Heat flares in her eyes—a challenge brewing. Then, dropping her voice to a seductive whisper that only portends my doom, “Be my guest,Daddy Drae.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
DRAEGAN
Fuck.
