“I’ll need to cast actors who are open about their desires…comfortable with their sexual identities…”
She tried to wriggle out from beneath his authoritative touch, but he held her too tightly.
“Is this an audition?” she exclaimed.
“No, no, no, of course not.” Ajay moved his hands to the area between her shoulder blades, easing her back down into the quilt. “Of course not.”
It is.
“Don’t lie.”
He smacked her backside again, lightly but enough to sting.
“Don’t call me a liar. I’ll need open-minded actresses. But I’m not operating a casting couch. Don’t insult me, Jas. You’re here because I want to fuck you, no other reason.”
“More words of fragrant romance.”
“Okay, I want to fuck you and get to know you, right? Is that better?”
“I hope you aren’t writing the script of this movie.”
“Do you want me to put you across my knee? I’m getting tired of your backchat, Miss Jasmeena.”
She sighed, gyrating her hips a little, enjoying the way her smart mouth drew out the dominant male side of him.
“What if I don’t want to be fucked?”
Ajay homed his fingers in on the area between her legs as if in reply to the question. She was wet and hot and bursting to be touched there—there was no way he could mistake it.
“I don’t think that problem will arise,” he said, the Amir arrogance in full flood. “Will it?” He pushed the pad of his thumb against her clit, then flicked it lazily from side to side.
“Oh!”
“Will it, Jasmeena?”
He picked up the pace, delving his fingers into the folds to the side, then he used his other hand to work on her opening, probing gently at first then harder and harder.
“I didn’t hear your answer.”
She clutched at the quilt, panting, giving herself up to his exploring digits. She knew her juices were pouring forth. The message couldn’t be clearer. Take me. Fuck me. I’m yours.
“Jas?”
His voice, so dark and low and wicked. His fingers, so busy and deft and wicked too. And she wanted it, wanted more, wanted to open up and let him in, to spread her body before him like an offering.
“You’re going to come soon, aren’t you? But first you need to tell me. You want to be fucked. Come on. Say it.”
The pit of her stomach flip-flopped and she clenched her muscles, desperate not to come too soon, equally desperate for him to continue.
“I…please…Ajay…”
“Say it. Or I’ll stop.”
For a second, he froze, his fingers still dipped inside her but motionless.
“I want to be fucked!” she babbled.
He moved his fingers again. Jas bore down on them, screwing her eyes shut, battening down her hatches, ready to blow.