She got what she wanted. And I got what I wanted. She finally relaxed now that the dumbest conversation in the world had come to an end. “I’d like a ride if you’re still offering.”
“Baby, I’m always offering.”
I walked her to her door and pretended not to feel uncomfortable by the place. Just a moment ago, a tattooed gangbanger walked down the hallway with baggy pants and an oversized jacket, probably hiding a delivery of crack. He gave me a threatening look before he kept going—and he only lived a few doors down from her.
I couldn’t let her live there.
I wanted to buy her a flat in Manhattan, so she wouldn’t have to commute to work. I even considered asking her to move in with me. She could pay her rent by fucking me from the second I got home until the second I fell asleep at night.
I didn’t voice my concerns because I knew how she would take them. She was stubborn and wouldn’t appreciate my bossiness—just yet. But I could only keep that side of me at bay for so long. It was the bulk of who I was—a Dom who always got what he wanted.
She got the door unlocked and invited me inside. The place was smaller than her office, with a bedroom, kitchen, and living room all condensed into a single room. The only door in the place led to the bathroom. “Would you like something? A glass of wine?”
I just wanted to make out. “No, thank you.” I locked the door behind me and tested the door while she was turned away. At least that was secure. The idea of some asshole bothering her pissed me off so much I thought about kidnapping her.
She walked to the wall and grabbed a tiny rope hanging from it. Once she pulled it down, a queen-size bed emerged, with the sheets, blankets, and pillows on top. The only furniture she had was a small armchair, and we both couldn’t fit on there—unless she sat in my lap.
And I wouldn’t mind that in the least.
“I know it’s small, but it’s cozy.” She pulled out a table from nowhere then rearranged the picture frames on the surface. One was of her and a few girlfriends, and another was of her and Christopher. She sat at the foot of the bed then looked at me expectantly. “Do you want any water?”
“No.” There was only one thing I wanted to do. I’d been dancing around her for a while, and now that the ground rules were laid, I wanted to get down to business. Those lips were mine—both pairs.
When I reached the bed, I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her backward until her head hit the pillow. Her eyes widened like she hadn’t been expecting me to throw her like a doll. I crawled up her body and immediately separated her thighs with mine. Her dress rose up to her hips, but I didn’t look at her panties—even though I wanted to.
I grabbed both of her wrists then pinned them over her head. She didn’t fight me but looked at me with the same arousal in her eyes. Her green eyes shined a brighter shade, looking like large leaves in a jungle. They became lidded as she stared at my mouth, her lips desperate for mine.
There were so many things I wanted to do with her, but I didn’t know where to begin. So I started with her mouth. I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her so hard her mouth would be swollen the next day. Her soft lips felt amazing against my mouth, and when they moved with mine with the same hunger, my spine stiffened. My cock immediately hardened in my slacks, and I pressed it against her clitoris, wanting her to know how much I wanted her.
I wanted her so fucking bad.
She tried to move her wrists away from my hold, but I kept them firmly planted against the sheets. She was mine, and she didn’t even know it. When I wanted her to touch me, I would let go. But for now, I was the one in charge.
Our lips danced together and increased in pace. For the first time, I gave her my tongue, and hers immediately greeted mine. Her mouth tasted sweet, like the wine we had over dinner. Our embrace grew in intensity, and I found my hips rocking into her, dry-humping her like a fucking teenager.
Why did I make that goddamn promise?
Her hips slowly grinded against mine, her desire directing her body. Her legs hooked around my waist, and that didn’t help matters.
Now, I just wanted to fuck her even more. “I want you so badly.” The definition of my cock continued to rub directly against her panties, and I wished we were skin-to-skin. But I could make her come this way. In fact, I could make her come any way.