Page 84 of Playing Pretend

It takes the last ounce of my restraint not to smash my mouth over hers and claim the kiss I’m owed, but I need that for later.

“I’ll use the restrooms down here.” She retreats, my hands slowly falling from her body. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“You sure?” I’ve crossed many lines. Trampled them. Butfuckdoes it feel good. “I’m more than willing to take this to our suite.”

“Rome,” she warns, her chin raising. “I’ll be back soon.” She strides from the dance area, past tables, and out into the hall.

I should’ve told her not to remove the toy. How I’m not done making her feel good. But I’m not at the top of my strategy game because my surging hunger and thundering heart make it hard to think.

I measure my stride back to our table, once again thankful for the dim lighting and my suit jacket that hides how my dick stabs at my pants zipper.

We’re definitely taking this further tonight.

I’ve proven we’re physically compatible. We both know we’re emotionally tight. There is no reason not to jump to the next step and make this official. No reason except her insecurities.

I take my seat at the empty table, the rest of Piper’s colleagues either dancing or chatting around the edges of the room.

I hail a waitress while I will my throbbing cock to settle. Order a double. Then force myself to remain seated while my mind creates fantasies where I stalk after Piper, pin her against the public bathroom vanity, then sink my dick into the one place I know will feel like home.

My leg jolts beneath the table, my impatience growing as the waitress returns with my drink, but Piper doesn’t.

Come on, little Pip. It’s dangerous to keep me waiting.

I get that she needs time to freshen up. To regain her composure. And those perfect panties of hers would be dripping.

I throw back the scotch in two gulps. Wipe a hand over my mouth. Then the back of my neck. I act like a junky in need of a fix all in an attempt not to adjust the throbbing erection attempting to perforate my pants.

When the song ends and another begins, I pivot my chair to stare at the door. Every time a shadow passes I expect it to be her.

It never is.

Not after two more songs. Then three.

Did she change her mind about returning to our suite? Does she want me to claim my kiss in private?

I push from my chair and stalk from the conference room, making a beeline for the bathrooms.

Cassidy saunters out of the ladies’ as I arrive, her smile increasing as our eyes meet. “Fancy seeing you here.” There’s a tipsy rasp to her voice. “Are you having a good night?”

“Yeah. Is Piper okay in there?”

“In the bathroom?” Her brows furrow. “She’s not in there. I passed her going to the elevators on my way in.”

My dick jolts.

I warned Piper what would happen if she returned to the suite. I made it perfectly clear. Yet she went anyway.

Shemade the decision.

Shetook the final step.

“Thanks.” I struggle to keep my excitement in check. “I’ll see you later.”

“You’re calling it a night?”

I jog for the lobby. “Not even close.”

I reach the elevators and slap the call button, my pulse uncontrollable. I tap my foot. Clench my fists. I sweat fucking bullets waiting for the chime to announce my ride to heaven, but it doesn’t come.

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