see cars zip by.
“I thought you didn’t believe in contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”
“I didn’t order the sake for you.” His eyes glow with mischief.
Most places won’t serve more than two drinks per person. “If you drink all that sake, aren’t you afraid I’ll take advantage of you?” I say. Nothing wrong with a little friendly teasing.
“That’s an interesting proposition, Ms. Gonzalez.” There’s something wild and hungry in his eyes.
“You know my last name.” I’m impressed.
“Personnel files at the club.”
“So you are stalking me,” I jest. I put my elbow on the table and rest my head on my hand. I can’t help staring at him and he knows it.
“Comfortable?” Garrick asks.
“As much as a pig in a blanket.” I wink at him.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Robyn?”
“For three days now . . .” Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it slipped out. For a moment I want to wither and die.
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t say anything. The waitress delivers the sake and water without checking our IDs. Garrick stands, sucks down three shots, takes a sip of water, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a bankroll, places a hundred-dollar bill on the table, grabs his jacket off the chair, looks down at me, then offers me his hand. “Come on.”
I glance at him, then the kitchen. “But . . . what about our meal?”
“It’ll keep.” He clutches my hand and pulls me to my feet.
I take long strides to keep up with him on our way to his truck. He hurries me inside and slams the door shut. He gets in and doesn’t explain anything. Two minutes later, we take a right on a dark street and drive to the end of it. He throws his truck in park and shuts off the lights. The AC is blasting. He presses play on the CD player and Blake Shelton comes on. I’m petrified. Why did I open my big mouth? I’m starving and nervous. I think I need to puke. I stare out the window, too afraid to look at him.
Then, he starts to tickle the back of my neck and plays with my loose hair. My neck is the most sensitive spot on my body. Macey often jokes that she needs to design a chastity belt for it to protect me from myself. Essentially, it’s my sex switch. Another reason I steer clear of men. I can’t control myself if someone touches me there too long.
Her words hit me like a hurricane. My mind shuts down and my dick takes over. I rush her out of the restaurant without saying a word. I’m only a man. I have two brains. And when a woman like Robyn Gonzalez tells me she’s been trying to seduce me for three days—I’m done. She wins. I’m hers for the taking.
I slam the seat back and blood thunders in my ears. I hope she knows what she’s getting into. I trace circles up and down her neck while I watch every move she makes. She closes her eyes and her breaths come in short bursts. Every inch of her is so goddamned silky smooth. My fingers can’t stop caressing.
Opening her eyes, she gazes at me. There’s a fierce and urgent look on her face. I take her by the shoulders and pull her hard against me. She moans, clinging to me. I cup the back of her head and ease her down. My mouth muffles her cries, and she slips her tongue inside mine. I love how she tastes. I love the scent of her subtle perfume. She writhes wildly underneath me and I urge her legs wider apart. Fuck . . . She’s wet. I can feel liquid heat through her thin linen pants. I close my eyes, envisioning her tiny snatch.
I do to her mouth what my crotch wants to do between her legs. My tongue thrusts deeper and deeper. I feel her melt into me. There’s no end to what responses she elicits from my body. Desire spirals down my spine. I drag my teeth across her neck and I feel the jolt of her pleasure. I do it again just for the thrill of feeling her convulse.
“Please . . . no,” she whimpers.
I suckle her earlobe, raking my fingernails up her neck. Her mouth falls open and I jam my tongue between her lips again. She reaches
“I thought you didn’t believe in contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”
“I didn’t order the sake for you.” His eyes glow with mischief.
Most places won’t serve more than two drinks per person. “If you drink all that sake, aren’t you afraid I’ll take advantage of you?” I say. Nothing wrong with a little friendly teasing.
“That’s an interesting proposition, Ms. Gonzalez.” There’s something wild and hungry in his eyes.
“You know my last name.” I’m impressed.
“Personnel files at the club.”
“So you are stalking me,” I jest. I put my elbow on the table and rest my head on my hand. I can’t help staring at him and he knows it.
“Comfortable?” Garrick asks.
“As much as a pig in a blanket.” I wink at him.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Robyn?”
“For three days now . . .” Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it slipped out. For a moment I want to wither and die.
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t say anything. The waitress delivers the sake and water without checking our IDs. Garrick stands, sucks down three shots, takes a sip of water, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a bankroll, places a hundred-dollar bill on the table, grabs his jacket off the chair, looks down at me, then offers me his hand. “Come on.”
I glance at him, then the kitchen. “But . . . what about our meal?”
“It’ll keep.” He clutches my hand and pulls me to my feet.
I take long strides to keep up with him on our way to his truck. He hurries me inside and slams the door shut. He gets in and doesn’t explain anything. Two minutes later, we take a right on a dark street and drive to the end of it. He throws his truck in park and shuts off the lights. The AC is blasting. He presses play on the CD player and Blake Shelton comes on. I’m petrified. Why did I open my big mouth? I’m starving and nervous. I think I need to puke. I stare out the window, too afraid to look at him.
Then, he starts to tickle the back of my neck and plays with my loose hair. My neck is the most sensitive spot on my body. Macey often jokes that she needs to design a chastity belt for it to protect me from myself. Essentially, it’s my sex switch. Another reason I steer clear of men. I can’t control myself if someone touches me there too long.
Her words hit me like a hurricane. My mind shuts down and my dick takes over. I rush her out of the restaurant without saying a word. I’m only a man. I have two brains. And when a woman like Robyn Gonzalez tells me she’s been trying to seduce me for three days—I’m done. She wins. I’m hers for the taking.
I slam the seat back and blood thunders in my ears. I hope she knows what she’s getting into. I trace circles up and down her neck while I watch every move she makes. She closes her eyes and her breaths come in short bursts. Every inch of her is so goddamned silky smooth. My fingers can’t stop caressing.
Opening her eyes, she gazes at me. There’s a fierce and urgent look on her face. I take her by the shoulders and pull her hard against me. She moans, clinging to me. I cup the back of her head and ease her down. My mouth muffles her cries, and she slips her tongue inside mine. I love how she tastes. I love the scent of her subtle perfume. She writhes wildly underneath me and I urge her legs wider apart. Fuck . . . She’s wet. I can feel liquid heat through her thin linen pants. I close my eyes, envisioning her tiny snatch.
I do to her mouth what my crotch wants to do between her legs. My tongue thrusts deeper and deeper. I feel her melt into me. There’s no end to what responses she elicits from my body. Desire spirals down my spine. I drag my teeth across her neck and I feel the jolt of her pleasure. I do it again just for the thrill of feeling her convulse.
“Please . . . no,” she whimpers.
I suckle her earlobe, raking my fingernails up her neck. Her mouth falls open and I jam my tongue between her lips again. She reaches
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