Page 8 of Cocky Bastard

“Is there a difference?”

“Of course there is, kitten,” I said playfully, watching his expression dance between amused and irritated. It was like he wanted to be annoyed at me but couldn’t quite get all the way there. Usually, I was a damn gentleman and I’d help my partner get whatever they needed, but this was one situation where I didn’t want to tip Kane over the edge. If I did, there was a hell of a lot less chance I’d get what I craved.

“Don’t call me kitten.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not your fucking pet,” Kane said. His voice had morphed into a low growl I’d rarely heard from him and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

How delicious.

“You could be,” I said, sliding even closer to him. “You’d look so pretty in a collar. And I already know you look good on your knees.”

Kane huffed in irritation but his tongue was playing with his lips and I’d known him long enough to know what that meant. He was thinking about all the times he’d dropped to his knees for me, desperately sucking my cock like it was his last fucking meal. Fuck, Kane could be such a little cock slut when he was horny.

“You look good on all fours too,” I added, letting my words ghost over his ear. Kane glared at me, his eyes burning with lust and a smidge of irritation.

“Do you ever not flirt?”

“Of course.” I shrugged. “I can be serious when I need to be. Why? Do you want me to be serious now?” I grinned. “Do you want romance? Is that it, kitten? Want me to wine and dine you before I fuck your brains out?”

Kane’s eyes went wide with shock and I could see him fighting to keep his expression neutral, even if his body had tensed like I’d struck a nerve.

See, here was the thing about doing porn that most people didn’t realise—it made me really fucking good at reading people’s body language. When I was in the middle of filming a scene, I needed to be able to know what was working and if my partner was uncomfortable or needed a break, and all the minute movements of their face and body fed into that. Because some people, especially newbies, would lie and tell me they were fine when the shaking in their thighs or the twitch of their eye told me otherwise.

And while it was easy to fake shit on camera, it always came out so much better when everyone was actually having a good time.

The fact was that Kane wanted romance… even if he didn’t want to admit it.

I could do that.

True, we’d only ever gone straight to sex but that didn’t mean I couldn’t romance the fuck out of him if that was what he wanted.

I grinned, plucked the drink out of his hand, winked at him, downed it, and then held out my hand. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get out of here.”

“What… where…”

“You want romance, I’ll give you romance.”

“But we…” He glanced around and I shrugged.

“Come on, nobody is fucking looking. And you don’t have to hold my hand if you don’t want.”

Kane’s expression wobbled. Then he stood and gestured for me to start walking, ignoring my outstretched hand. “Fine, but you owe me a fucking drink. Do you know how much they’re charging here?”

I laughed as we made our way through the crowd. Like I’d predicted, nobody gave us a second glance. “It’s fucking London and it’s a party of famous people. Of course they’re extorting us.”

“Yeah, but thirty-five quid for one cocktail is a bit much.”

“Fuck.” I whistled. “Did it have, like, fucking gold leaf in it?”

“For that price I’d hope so.”

We’d reached the exit by this point and I smiled charmingly as one of the enormous security guards pushed the door open for us. “Thanks,” I said, giving him a little wink. “You’re a peach.”

Kane snorted as we stepped out into the cooling night air. The street was quiet since it was already close to midnight, but there were a few taxis lingering and in the distance I could hear traffic. “Where are we going?” he asked as I hailed a taxi.

“My hotel,” I said, giving the address to the cabbie before I climbed inside. I was still thinking through how I might accomplish the whole romance aspect of the evening, but an idea was forming. And as we reached the hotel, it clicked into place.

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