Page 29 of Cocky Player

“Are you done?”he asked as I took a large gulp.

How in the hell could I imagine seducing this man, who had seduced so many, so easily?Who probably didn’t have to bother with seduction in the first place, just flashed his smirk and his scowl and flexed his muscles.

“I am.”I couldn’t look at him.This was it.If only I knew what I was doing.“And everything was delicious.Thank you.”

“You have two choices tonight, Brenna.”

Connor’s voice was gritty, irritated.And possibly, by the way he’d slowed his words…his cock was hard beneath his jeans.I’d been with him enough to know what he sounded like when he was turned on.A fire in my belly ignited, hot enough to turn those boulders to dust.

“What are they?”I slid my gaze to him.He was sitting back in his chair, still visibly angry since I asked about his family.

Why?

It doesn’t matter.

My inner back and forth was going to give me a headache.

Connor slid forward, grabbed his glass of wine and brought it to his mouth, eyes narrowed as he inspected me.“I’ve upset you and I won’t apologize for that.Some things, no offense, aren’t your business.”

“If you don’t want me prying into your personal life, then stay out of mine.”He had, after all, started it, and when backed into a corner, I didn’t hesitate to attack.It was only the sexual area of my life where I felt too ignorant to take control.

“Agreed.”He set the glass on the table and pushed it back, brushing a hand over the table in front of him and clearing away the takeout containers.He was making space, but for what?“I think for what we both want out of this, that’s probably for the best anyway, isn’t it?”

After the way he reacted, reminding me of my place, it most definitely was.

“My choices?”

“You can leave.”He arched a challenging brow, and at the same time slid his chair back, spreading his knees wide.My stomach flipped and flopped all over town.“Or you can come to me, sit on the table right here” —he gestured to the large area he’d just cleared— “and let me taste you.Eat you.Fuck you with my mouth and my fingers.”

Which was really no choice at all.Connor knew exactly what I wanted, what I was there for.I only had to remember that this wasallI needed—and wanted—from him.

No emotions.No entanglements.No public dates.Nothing more than this.

Thiswould have to be enough.

I pushed back my chair.The brutal scratch of wood on tile floor a screech that blasted through his condo.For a moment, I hesitated, gave him time to wonder exactly what choice I would make and I waited…I would take what he gave, but I also had to learn to take what I wanted.

I wanted this.The wicked picture he painted with words was already seared into my brain and he hadn’t yet touched me.

His shoulders slumped as I debated and as he shifted to stand, I stepped toward him.My hand went to the belt of my simple black wrap dress, chosen for easy access and wrinkle-free fabric in case it ended on a pile on the floor.As I moved, my hands went to the knot at my waist.I undid the bow as Connor settled back into his chair.

Even I could see he was more strained.Tense.Fighting against attacking and yet relieved I was staying.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and that knowledge slipped into me, settled my trembling fingers and boosted my own ego.

I stood in front of him, back to the table and pulled the belt from the dress, opened it without fanfare and tossed it off my shoulders.The cool air instantly caressed my body, whispered over my nipples, hardening the buds behind my lace bra until they ached for his touch…his mouth…the sting of pain as he pinched them.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, heavy-lidded gaze dropping to my black lace thong and bra.With the same perfunctory motions of taking off my dress, I removed the bra, shoved my panties to the floor and climbed onto the table.

My gaze stayed on his and I was surely not mistaken when his eyes narrowed, a muscle jumped in his jaw.Lips pressed into a thin line, he said nothing else as I slid to the edge of the table.The heat in his annoyed glare settled on my pussy that was throbbing for his touch.For the promises he made.

He would deliver, of that I had no doubt, but the passion I thought we both felt so strongly?

That I would save for someone who deserved it.

My knees were wide and my sex on display for him.My arms shuddered from restraint as I curled my fingers around the edge of his ebony wood table, clutching it until the unfinished edges dug into my palms.Straightening my back, I thrust my breasts forward, but there was no way Connor noticed.

He hadn’t yet taken his eyes off my pussy.

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