Page 25 of Her Every Fantasy

His gaze dropped to my mouth and stayed fixed on it. ‘I get to kiss you whenever I want.’ His eyes skated several inches lower. ‘I also touch you in a few...specific ways with or without your clothes on. Agreed?’

Delicious shivers raced up and down my spine. ‘Agreed. My turn.’

He nodded immediately. ‘Go for it.’

‘Oral sex will be vigorously discussed and, when agreed upon, copiously engaged in,’ I said, going all in.

The first genuine smile broke across his face, stopping my breath. ‘Agreed. One hundred per cent.’

‘You have yourself a deal,’ I said, throwing in a porn-star huskiness to my voice just to intensify his torture. I expected a signal of his sweet discomfort.

What I got was a creepy grunt from the man on the next table.

Bryce’s head snapped sideways and he glared at the hapless, eavesdropping fool. ‘Seriously, mate, stop staring at my woman and pay attention to your own date,’ he suggested tightly.

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. ‘Why yes, Bryce, have a go at the man. Because that’s so reasonable.’

He redirected his stare at me. ‘I’ve lost my appetite, rosebud. Are you going to make me sit through dessert or can we go?’

I toyed with letting him endure dessert just for the hell of it but I was happily stuffed to the gills and my instincts warned me I’d reached my threshold where riling Bryce for one evening was concerned. I mourned my lack of dessert for all of three seconds before I grabbed my handbag.

Creepy Eavesdropper saved his hideby keeping his gaze averted as we passed his table. It didn’t stop Bryce from emitting intensely hostile vibes towards anyone who so much as glanced my way.

He was still pissed when we reached the car.

‘Seriously, what was the point of buying me dinner if all you’re going to do is give me indigestion afterwards?’

‘You want me to give you something else, just say the word.’

The threat of indigestion flew out of the window to be replacedby the threat of something infinitely more carnal. More immediate. The screw-public-decency-and-fuck-me-right-here-on-top-of-your-Ferrari kind of immediate.

‘Take me to your favourite place in the city,’ I blurted.

His eyes gleamed, his bad mood receding. ‘Why? You want to call one of those shots right now?’

‘Maybe.’

He dragged his eyes from my face, breathed in and out for a handful of seconds. Then he nodded. ‘I know just the place.’

He threw the car into gear and accelerated back into the street. The next few miles passed in thick, sultry silence. ‘Are you going to tell me where we’re going?’

‘You’ll see.’

Fifteen minutes later, I saw. ‘Your building?’

He turned off the ignition. ‘I never got to show you the best part of the building. Don’t worry, here you’ll be safe from my unreasonableness.’

I laughed. ‘Safe? That’s an...interesting outlook.’

He paused, his face shadowing. ‘You don’t feel safe around me?’

‘There are several interpretations of safety, Bryce. You looking at me as if you want to eat me alive makes me wonder if going into your building with you is wise.’

‘What if I guarantee that at least one of us is going to come out infinitely happier than they went in?’

‘How are we going to determine which one it is? Flip a coin?’

A slow grin spread across his face. ‘Why not?’

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