It’s instant. My cock stirs at her challenge. “Wanna bet?”
“Yes.” She slams her laptop closed. “If I win, I’ll ask, and you’ll give me a mafia detail.”
“And if you lose?”
“What do you want?”
Not to be a dumbass right now, who’s so damn tempted to flirt with your fire, but days of your beautiful silence have weakened me.
It’s cute how her ass shakes when she brushes her teeth. It’s fascinating how she chews her bottom lip while she types. It’s intoxicating how she slowly brushes her hair, how it falls like black silk down her back. It’s sweet how she calls Alena, how they laugh and gossip. Then Vale hangs up and glares at me because she hates lying to her. I do, too.
“If I win,” I answer, “you’ll give me the silent treatment for another week.”
She does it again. She glares. “That’s not a fair wager.”
“All’s fair in sexual fantasies and details.”
“Fine.” She grins, sitting ramrod straight. “Stand up.”
“What?”
“Stand up,” she twirls her braid, biting her lip as her tone switches to sweet, slow, and seductive, “and if I can watch how I make your. Big. Thick. Long. Cock get so hard for me while I’m being a. Very. Bad. Girl. By confessing my. Dirtiest. Naughtiest. Filthiest. Fantasy to you,Mr. Allen… I win.” She licks her top lip. “Hint: It involves honey and myass.”
Holy fuck, I’m already hard. Rock hard. Her beauty. Her voice. Her tease. Her book is hiding my tenting trousers.
And she knows it.
She falls back on the bed, laughing. “Men are so easy. All it takes is an audible simulation of a classic fetish, of a ‘bad girl being naughty for you,’ and you’re making pudding in your pants.”
But I’m not laughing. I remember.
Her. My beautiful, bad girl.
I’m swollen, heavy and hard, and hanging on by a thread. That’s all that’s holding me back from enacting my ultimate fantasy, which is fucking the ever-living hell out of Vale’s sweet pussy, then her sassy mouth, then her honeyed ass, before I start all over again.
My silence gets her attention. She sits up again. “What?” She teases, “Does my wet cat have your tongue?”
“You couldn’t handle my tongue.” I dare. I desire. “Wet would be where you’d start, and squirting all over my face would be where I’d end you. Over and over again.”
It’s another miracle. Vale’s silent, her eyes wide.
She stops taunting and twirling her braid as her ribs heave, her breath deepening at my threat. Her little tank top can’t hide the effect I have on her pearling nipples.
She stammers, “But, I… I can’t co?—”
“Oh,” I snarl, “I’llmakeyou come, Vale. So many times and for hours, I’ll take my time and won’t give up until you do. I’ll give you more than what you need, what you can handle, and you’ll take it like a good girl. You’ll love it. You won’t be able to walk the next day. You’ll just lie there, satisfied and begging for more.”
Her teeth grab her bottom lip. It starts to tremble. “Are you mocking me?”
“Never.” My tone softens. “I’m making apromiseto you.”
Because I can’t stop thinking about it. About her. About her secret and how I crave to help. I never knew she was suffering like this, and I can’t lie on the floor beside her bed, listening to her huffs of frustration, knowing all I’d try for her, all I’d give her.
Honestly? I need it, too. Desire is one thing. Care another. To feel them both in one night shared with a woman? With Vale? It would be a first for me.
But I know what she survived, and I want to protect her too much. Even from myself. I’d never make the first move.
The tension is so thick between us; the only thing that’s clear is how much we both want it. How much we want each other.