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fight my way out of the last playroom, I
was still angry that he’d had the audacity to buy time with me like I was some
kind of whore. Worse than that, I was feeling hot and achy just from the scent
of his cologne.
Marcos’ grip tightened on my arm as he leaned down to speak
quietly in my ear. “Don’t fuck this up, Al,” he warned.
Without waiting for a response, Marcos walked out of the
room, leaving me alone with Dylan. That’s when Dylan turned toward me. I’d been
expecting some flirty smile, or maybe a cocky grin. Instead, Dylan looked
seriously pissed.
“Will your partner be joining us?” I asked, looking away
from Dylan because it was impossible to look at him without thinking about all
the things he’d done to my body. “I can start getting things set up for you
while we wait for her, or him, to get here.”
“Why did you sneak out of my house this morning?” he asked,
and I felt the heat from his body. He’d moved closer, much too close.
I turned and looked up at him, working hard to keep my
breathing under control and my expression blank, as my traitorous body reacted
to his proximity. “Last night was fun, Dylan, but it was just sex. Why would I
stick around for the uncomfortable morning after talk?”
“Just sex?” Dylan asked. “Fuck that! We had a great time
last night, and it was more than just sex. I enjoyed spending time with you,
and you felt the same.”
I had, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “About the scene,”
I prompted him, even though what I really wanted to do was beg him to bend me
over the bed and fuck me.
Dylan laughed, but it wasn’t the same fun-loving laugh as
last night. Goosebumps rose, and I swallowed hard, realizing I might be in over
my head.
Chapter Thirteen
Dylan
I could not fucking believe that irritating little succubus
had casually asked me about the scene again. I’d paid far too much money to
have this room with Allie for the next three hours. Yes, I felt like a prick
for making it seem like I was buying Allie, especially after the way her boss
had acted about the whole thing. I knew damn well her boss thought I was paying
to fuck her, and from the looks of it, he had no problem selling her like she
was his property.
So, I was a dick, but I was also desperate to talk to her,
and this was the only solution I could come up with. Despite what she wanted to
say, we’d connected, and I’d foolishly expected her to be happy to see me. Yet,
there she stood, acting like a brat.
“Can I assume you’d prefer to wait for your partner to
arrive to discuss your fantasy?” she asked, pissing me off even more.
Shoving my hands in my back pockets to prevent myself from
reaching out and grabbing her, I turned away and surveyed the room. “The only
fantasy going through my mind right now is strapping you to that spanking bench
and paddling your ass until it’s bright red as punishment for your bratty
behavior.”
“Bratty behavior?” Allie nearly gasped, and I’d be willing
to bet her panties were wet. After only one night together, I already knew what
Allie sounded like when she was turned on.
Slowly turning to face her, I allowed one corner of my mouth
to lift in a half-smile. “That’s right,” I said. “Pretending you didn’t have
fun with me last night is bratty because we both know you’re lying. I don’t
know why you chose to leave this morning, but it’s not because you don’t like
me.”
“I never tried to pretend I didn’t have fun with you,” she
argued, moving around the room nervously. She started fluffing the pillows on
the bed, and I was asshole enough to get off on making her nervous because it
was better than the unaffected bullshit she’d tried pulling. “We had fun, but
that doesn’t give you the right to come to my work and treat me like a whore.
Why would I like a man who thinks of me that way?”
“I don’t think you’re a whore, and I promise I’m not asking
to fuck you, Allie,” I said softly. “You
was still angry that he’d had the audacity to buy time with me like I was some
kind of whore. Worse than that, I was feeling hot and achy just from the scent
of his cologne.
Marcos’ grip tightened on my arm as he leaned down to speak
quietly in my ear. “Don’t fuck this up, Al,” he warned.
Without waiting for a response, Marcos walked out of the
room, leaving me alone with Dylan. That’s when Dylan turned toward me. I’d been
expecting some flirty smile, or maybe a cocky grin. Instead, Dylan looked
seriously pissed.
“Will your partner be joining us?” I asked, looking away
from Dylan because it was impossible to look at him without thinking about all
the things he’d done to my body. “I can start getting things set up for you
while we wait for her, or him, to get here.”
“Why did you sneak out of my house this morning?” he asked,
and I felt the heat from his body. He’d moved closer, much too close.
I turned and looked up at him, working hard to keep my
breathing under control and my expression blank, as my traitorous body reacted
to his proximity. “Last night was fun, Dylan, but it was just sex. Why would I
stick around for the uncomfortable morning after talk?”
“Just sex?” Dylan asked. “Fuck that! We had a great time
last night, and it was more than just sex. I enjoyed spending time with you,
and you felt the same.”
I had, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “About the scene,”
I prompted him, even though what I really wanted to do was beg him to bend me
over the bed and fuck me.
Dylan laughed, but it wasn’t the same fun-loving laugh as
last night. Goosebumps rose, and I swallowed hard, realizing I might be in over
my head.
Chapter Thirteen
Dylan
I could not fucking believe that irritating little succubus
had casually asked me about the scene again. I’d paid far too much money to
have this room with Allie for the next three hours. Yes, I felt like a prick
for making it seem like I was buying Allie, especially after the way her boss
had acted about the whole thing. I knew damn well her boss thought I was paying
to fuck her, and from the looks of it, he had no problem selling her like she
was his property.
So, I was a dick, but I was also desperate to talk to her,
and this was the only solution I could come up with. Despite what she wanted to
say, we’d connected, and I’d foolishly expected her to be happy to see me. Yet,
there she stood, acting like a brat.
“Can I assume you’d prefer to wait for your partner to
arrive to discuss your fantasy?” she asked, pissing me off even more.
Shoving my hands in my back pockets to prevent myself from
reaching out and grabbing her, I turned away and surveyed the room. “The only
fantasy going through my mind right now is strapping you to that spanking bench
and paddling your ass until it’s bright red as punishment for your bratty
behavior.”
“Bratty behavior?” Allie nearly gasped, and I’d be willing
to bet her panties were wet. After only one night together, I already knew what
Allie sounded like when she was turned on.
Slowly turning to face her, I allowed one corner of my mouth
to lift in a half-smile. “That’s right,” I said. “Pretending you didn’t have
fun with me last night is bratty because we both know you’re lying. I don’t
know why you chose to leave this morning, but it’s not because you don’t like
me.”
“I never tried to pretend I didn’t have fun with you,” she
argued, moving around the room nervously. She started fluffing the pillows on
the bed, and I was asshole enough to get off on making her nervous because it
was better than the unaffected bullshit she’d tried pulling. “We had fun, but
that doesn’t give you the right to come to my work and treat me like a whore.
Why would I like a man who thinks of me that way?”
“I don’t think you’re a whore, and I promise I’m not asking
to fuck you, Allie,” I said softly. “You
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