Page 44 of Ravage

"Oh, I don't know. At least one of those interactions was downright filthy," she volleys back.

My grin widens. Fuck, I love sparring with this woman.

"Well, I guess we'll see just how filthy we get tonight, then. Once we get to the hate sex, I mean."

"Or we could just get to the hate sex right now." She steps aside and waves her hand to invite me in.

"Nope, sorry. You have to endure the date first before I'm putting out." I remain in the hall, refusing to give in to temptation and pin her against the wall.

She sighs. "Fine, let me get my handbag."

I chuckle as she disappears back inside, reemerging a few moments later with the world's smallest handbag.

"What can you even fit in that?" I ask, eyeing the tiny purse.

"Lipstick, my keys and my phone. What else do I need?"

"True. Okay, let's go." I hold my hand out towards her, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she slides her hand into mine. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

She rolls her eyes. "Don't push your luck, Cam."

I shoot her a grin. "Oh, Imogen... Haven't you worked it out yet?" I yank her in closer and she smacks into me, steadying herself by placing her other hand on my chest. "Pushing my luck with you has become my new favourite game." I crush my lips to hers, and she startles before a little gasp slips out.

She melts into the kiss, the hand at my chest fisting my shirt, while I slide my other hand into her hair, swiping my tongue along her lower lip. She parts her lips, and I stroke my tongue against hers as she moans. The little sounds she makes as she whimpers shoot straight to my cock, and I tighten my hold on the back of her head, tugging it back gently so I can kiss her harder.

I lose track of how long we stand there, kissing hungrily in heropen doorway. I'm sure if one of her neighbours walked out, they'd get quite the show.

I pull away, breaking the kiss before I abandon this whole date idea and fuck her against the wall.

Her eyes flutter open, and she peers up at me as she struggles to catch her breath.

"Are you trying to make me as horny as possible before the date, so I don't run off?" She asks.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

She narrows her eyes at me. "I could call your bluff and walk back inside."

I laugh. "Off you go, then." She glares at me, but when she doesn't move, I reach past her and pull the door shut. "That's what I thought."

I decided to Uber to Imogen's place, thinking I might need a drink if this date turns out to be a complete bust. Now, we're sitting together in the back of the Uber, heading towards the Valley.

"So... What's the plan for this very important date?" she asks.

"Well, we're going for sushi first. After that is a secret, though." She pouts, and it's fucking adorable. "Not a fan of surprises, Imogen?" I tease.

"No. If you haven't worked out yet, I'm a bit of a control freak."

I lean closer, bringing my lips to her ear. "Except in the bedroom. Because I'm pretty sure you had no problem giving up control when you were calling me sir."

A little shiver runs through her, and I don't miss the way her breath catches in her throat. I sit back, and her eyes flare with arousal as she stares at me. I grin back, enjoying the fact that I can elicit such strong reactions from her.

"You're insufferable," she says finally, and I give a little laugh, shakingmy head.

"And you love it."

She narrows her eyes but doesn't argue with me.

Score one for Cam.

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