Page 63 of Her Every Fantasy

His eyes narrowed. ‘What’s going on here, rosebud?’

‘“You can always get me to give you more”? And maybe that’s your “problem”? What did you meanby that?’ I asked.

His features tightened. ‘My inability to say no around you speaks for itself.’

But not his ability to walk away without a backward glance. ‘Then I’m saying no for you.’

‘I didn’t mean the painting, and you know it.’

We stared each other down, words arcing between us we weren’t quite ready to voice. And perhaps I was a coward but I wanted to hang on for a little bit longer, not say or do anything that would trigger a faster ending to our dirty little agreement. ‘I’ll take it on loan. Final offer.’ I would never be able to look at it afterwards and not yearn for him. And even without knowing the true depths of my feelings, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand that.

He glared bloody flames at me for a minute before he nodded curtly. ‘Have it your way.’

A waiter walkedby. Bryce snagged two glasses and handed me one. The clink of his glass against mine held a touch of cynicism. In silence we drank, toasting to God knew what. It was clear he was disgruntled.

For some absurd reason his unsettled state turned me on. Enough to spark a wicked little plan in my sexed-up brain when the crowd had thinned a little.

I took a sip for courage, took his glass from him and set both flutes down. He eyed me warily. ‘What’s going on in that head of yours, rosebud?’

I caught his hand in mine, led him down the short hallway to the unoccupied unisex bathroom. Flames ignited in his eyes as I turned the key and leaned against the door.

‘You know we’re twice as likely to be disturbed in here, don’t you?’

Who was I turning into that the thought of discovery made me hotter? ‘Do you care?’

His gaze raked over my jade-green multi-strapped dress, lingering feverishly on the exposed parts of my shoulders, arms and legs. Especially where my hemline ended above my knees. ‘Fuck no,’ he responded gruffly. ‘What have you got in mind?’

‘I want to try out your gift.’

He exhaled raggedly, his eyes squeezing shut as he gathered his composure. Yes...a ruffled Bryce definitely did wild and dirty things to me. Unwilling to give him time to regain himself, I swayed from the door to where he leaned against the vanity and brushed my lips over his, mimicking the butterfly kiss he’d given me earlier. ‘Want to show me how this works?’

His Adam’s apple bobbed when I dragged my lips along his jaw to nip his earlobe. He shuddered. Then he snatched the pouch from me, dropped it on the vanity before grabbing my waist. ‘You’re determined to make me lose my mind, aren’t you, Savvie?’

I was determined to make himfindhimself. With me. But there were so many obstacles between us that I couldn’t voice my deepest yearning. So I kissed him, channelling my feelings into the act that had him groaning in under a minute.

His fingers dug into my hips as I straddled one leg and shamelessly rubbed my pussy against him. With a thicker groan, he moulded my arse, his breathing turning harsher as he lifted the flared hem of my dress and encountered another one of my creations.

This one was a simple sheer black body with a thong design. ‘Fuck, that’s glorious,’ he slurred, reversing our position before turning me to face the mirror. ‘I can worship this beautiful arse all day, you know that, rosebud?’

My nipples tingled at the thick desire in his voice, at the hands that were several shades lighter than my light brown skin, caressing me. Turning sideways, I watched his hands mould my arse. ‘Spank me.’

His eyes flew to mine, heat flaring across his hard cheekbones. ‘Have you been spanked before?’

I shook my head. ‘I’ve never wanted it.’

His hands tightened on my flesh. Then without warning he tugged the thong high, causing sweet friction between my legs. Shoving my dress up to bunch around my waist, he caught my gaze in the mirror and brought one palm down hard on my bottom.

I gasped at the sharp sting but pleasure flared simultaneously, dragging a moan free.

‘Again.’

He granted my wish on the other globe. Pleasure. Pain. A heady combination I’d never been tempted to try with my ex or any other man before him.

I gripped the vanity tighter as Bryce delivered skilful intermittent smacks. With each slap, I felt myself getting wetter, needier.

His gaze crashed into mine in the mirror as his fingers delved between my thighs. ‘Christ, you’re soaking.’ He dragged moisture from my pussy to my puckered hole, groaning as he gently pushed one finger in. I gasped at the different sensation that gripped me.

He caressed the tight muscles with the cool plug. When it warmed against my flesh, when I couldn’t distinguish between it and his fingers, he pressed it firmer against me. The alien sensation was wickedly, decadently pleasing. Tentatively I pushed back against it until it slid in.

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