Page 30 of Riot

“So you’d spank me only if I’m a… a bad girl?”

“Yep, so that means you better be good for me.”

“I want you, Riot.” Her words shoot to my dick, causing me to almost ejaculate in my fuckin’ underpants.

“Jesus.”

“I’m very, uh, sexually attracted to you. I also like your brain and your pretty eyes.”

I stifle a laugh. “You like my brain?”

“Yeah, I don’t like dumb guys.”

“Glad to hear I passed the test of not bein’ dumb, phew for that.” She thinks I have pretty eyes? I have been told a few times that my eyes are cool, mainly by the other women I’ve been with. I mean, they’re blue, but they can be dark or light depending on my mood, and sometimes they’re so blue, people think I wear contacts, which I don’t.

“You pass with flying colors.”

“I’m up on a roof right now, and I want to pull my pants down and pleasure myself while you talk to me.”

“Holy— wait, you're on a roof? What are you doing on a roof?”

Shit. She isn’t meant to know anything about this stuff. In fact, the less she knows the better.

“Never mind about that. The fact is, you’ve gotten me so hard and I should be concentratin’.”

Like my good girl, she doesn’t ask any more questions about what I’m doing, but I would think it’s fairly obvious I’m not up to anything good.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Just to be clear, your body is mine, Halo. No other man is gonna touch you except me when we get outta here, got me?”

“So alpha,” she jokes. “I like how your mind works.”

“Good, because I’m a possessive son-of-a-bitch when I really want somethin’.”

“So you just want me for my booty?”

“Not just that, but I love what I see, not gonna deny that. I told you, I love your body, but I also love the fact you don’t sleep around, and how sweet you are to the people around you.”

“Well, my friends back home know me as a mother hen. I’ve always been that way.”

“Wait for me,” I say. “After this is over, I’ll take you on a date.”

“Just know, I don’t put out on the first date, you’re gonna have to work for it.”

Fuck. My dick is literally weeping. “Glad to hear it. A man should be workin’ overtime to be with you, and if he’s not, then he doesn’t deserve it. Now get back in the car.”

“So bossy.”

“When it comes to your safety, yeah I am.”

I hear her shuffle again, and the car door closes. “I’m back inside.”

“With the door locked?”

“Yes, with the door locked.”

“Good. I gotta go, babe, but we’ll finish what we started when I see you next, okay?”

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