hard.”
“Tennis euphemisms? Really? Nothing says highbrow like tennis,” I lift the glass and make snobby face. I suck at not letting him affect me. Within minutes of arriving, Sean cracked my shell and is pulling me out, but I can’t have it.
“Well, the balls are the right size…” he opens his hands like he’s explaining something that would be rational.
I laugh. I can’t help it. “Not for you, they’re not.”
“Flattery will not get you anywhere, Miss Smith.”
“I already have a free pass into your panties after dinner, Mr. Jones. I expect my flattery to get me everywhere and then some.” I sip my wine again with a smug look on my face.
Sean’s expression shifts from neutral to that lazy sultry look that’s so damn hot. “Where exactly is the and then some . It sounds titillating.” He strokes his chin, drawing my eye to his lips as he does it.
“Check my preference sheet. It’s recently been updated.”
Sean’s smirk falters, but he puts it back. The movement is so fast that I’m not sure I saw it. Maybe I just hope that I did. “Is that so?”
I nod and tap my finger nail once against my wine glass. “You can titillate anything you want. No restrictions. No hang ups.”
Sean just stares at me. After a moment, he asks, “Why the change in pace?”
I avert my gaze and trace my finger around the curve of the glass. “Why not? I mean, that is if you’re willing to. Unless, you’re only into fake relationship kind of sex…” Sean stares at my lips like he wants to devour them. He doesn’t speak.
“Oh , come on,” I say, leaning closer to him. I take his tie between my fingers and feel the silky fabric with my thumb. Sean looks at my hand and slowly returns his gaze to my face. “You’ve got to have some fetish or kinky desire, something that you need .” I say the last word slowly, wrapping my lips around the syllables.
Sean sits perfectly still, like he’s under a spell. It breaks when the waiter comes back and puts our food down on the table. Sean lifts his fork. He doesn’t talk about my offer. Instead, he points at me with a fork and says, “Eat.”
Dinner progresses in silence. I don’t like eating with him. It feels too informal, too personal. He knows what food I like. The meal on my plate wasn’t listed on the menu. It’s a salty sweet lover’s paradise with sweet sundried cranberries, sprinkles of feta cheese, and pork so savory that it melts in my mouth. There’s some kind of sweet glaze over the meat. I could die. It’s perfectly delicious. I chew slowly, wishing that Sean’s thoughtfulness didn’t appeal to me, but it does.
After dinner, Sean stands and takes my hand, pulling me up. With my heels on, I can look directly into his eyes. They captivate me and swallow me whole. The floor of my stomach falls away. I suck at this. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this and not be affected by him. Sean tells the waiter to send up the desserts in an hour or so. He takes my hand and leads me to the elevators.
Someone tries to come in with us, but Sean says, “Sorry, better catch the next one.” He holds up his hand until the doors close a second later. We’re alone.
I glance at him like he’s lost his mind. Sean grins wickedly and reaches past me. He pulls the stop button and the elevator goes dark. Sean presses into me and my back slams into the wall. Sean’s hands run over my sides as he leans in, pinning me in place. My breath catches in my throat. The darkness in the tiny room chokes me. Panic slide up my throat.
Sean whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry, but you seriously think you can tell me that you’re wearing nothing beneath this skimpy little dress and not make me hard the instant you say it? Feel me, Avery. That’s what you do to me.” Sean tilts his hips and presses into my leg. I feel his hard length press against me from under the constraints of his slacks.
I’m breathing harder and faster than usual. I hate elevators. I
“Tennis euphemisms? Really? Nothing says highbrow like tennis,” I lift the glass and make snobby face. I suck at not letting him affect me. Within minutes of arriving, Sean cracked my shell and is pulling me out, but I can’t have it.
“Well, the balls are the right size…” he opens his hands like he’s explaining something that would be rational.
I laugh. I can’t help it. “Not for you, they’re not.”
“Flattery will not get you anywhere, Miss Smith.”
“I already have a free pass into your panties after dinner, Mr. Jones. I expect my flattery to get me everywhere and then some.” I sip my wine again with a smug look on my face.
Sean’s expression shifts from neutral to that lazy sultry look that’s so damn hot. “Where exactly is the and then some . It sounds titillating.” He strokes his chin, drawing my eye to his lips as he does it.
“Check my preference sheet. It’s recently been updated.”
Sean’s smirk falters, but he puts it back. The movement is so fast that I’m not sure I saw it. Maybe I just hope that I did. “Is that so?”
I nod and tap my finger nail once against my wine glass. “You can titillate anything you want. No restrictions. No hang ups.”
Sean just stares at me. After a moment, he asks, “Why the change in pace?”
I avert my gaze and trace my finger around the curve of the glass. “Why not? I mean, that is if you’re willing to. Unless, you’re only into fake relationship kind of sex…” Sean stares at my lips like he wants to devour them. He doesn’t speak.
“Oh , come on,” I say, leaning closer to him. I take his tie between my fingers and feel the silky fabric with my thumb. Sean looks at my hand and slowly returns his gaze to my face. “You’ve got to have some fetish or kinky desire, something that you need .” I say the last word slowly, wrapping my lips around the syllables.
Sean sits perfectly still, like he’s under a spell. It breaks when the waiter comes back and puts our food down on the table. Sean lifts his fork. He doesn’t talk about my offer. Instead, he points at me with a fork and says, “Eat.”
Dinner progresses in silence. I don’t like eating with him. It feels too informal, too personal. He knows what food I like. The meal on my plate wasn’t listed on the menu. It’s a salty sweet lover’s paradise with sweet sundried cranberries, sprinkles of feta cheese, and pork so savory that it melts in my mouth. There’s some kind of sweet glaze over the meat. I could die. It’s perfectly delicious. I chew slowly, wishing that Sean’s thoughtfulness didn’t appeal to me, but it does.
After dinner, Sean stands and takes my hand, pulling me up. With my heels on, I can look directly into his eyes. They captivate me and swallow me whole. The floor of my stomach falls away. I suck at this. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this and not be affected by him. Sean tells the waiter to send up the desserts in an hour or so. He takes my hand and leads me to the elevators.
Someone tries to come in with us, but Sean says, “Sorry, better catch the next one.” He holds up his hand until the doors close a second later. We’re alone.
I glance at him like he’s lost his mind. Sean grins wickedly and reaches past me. He pulls the stop button and the elevator goes dark. Sean presses into me and my back slams into the wall. Sean’s hands run over my sides as he leans in, pinning me in place. My breath catches in my throat. The darkness in the tiny room chokes me. Panic slide up my throat.
Sean whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry, but you seriously think you can tell me that you’re wearing nothing beneath this skimpy little dress and not make me hard the instant you say it? Feel me, Avery. That’s what you do to me.” Sean tilts his hips and presses into my leg. I feel his hard length press against me from under the constraints of his slacks.
I’m breathing harder and faster than usual. I hate elevators. I