Page 19 of Tempting Kat
Chapter 6
Conrad
I've seen men killed for less than what my cock's doing to me right now.
I walk into the room, and my entire fucking world narrows to those smooth legs extending through the ornate opening. Her small feet are in simple sandals, toenails painted black, and the perfect curve of her ass in those cutoff shorts I specifically requested.
My mouth goes dry. My brain stutters to a halt like someone cut the fucking power. I've been hard since I woke up this morning, thinking about this moment, but now that it's here, I'm practically feral with want.
“Hello, Katarina,” I growl, my voice rougher than intended.
Her body stiffens instantly. I can almost feel the shock radiating through her legs.
“Oh, I am so fucked,” she whispers, and her thighs press together in a way that makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
“I can hear you, kitten,” I say, purposely not using the name kitty kat. “Every little whisper.”
I hear a click as she fumbles with the intercom button, turning it off. Fine by me. I don't need to hear her thoughts to know what's happening in that beautiful head of hers right now.
I move to the plush wingback chair I specifically requested, dragging it closer to where her legs extend through the wall. Close enough that if I reached out, I could run my fingers up her calf. I settle into the chair, adjusting myself.
“I've been waiting for this,” I continue, knowing she can still hear me even if I can't hear her responses anymore.
Her legs shift slightly, and I can see goosebumps rising on her skin.
“Don't move,” I command softly, leaning forward in my chair. “Just stay exactly like that.”
Her legs tense at my words, but she obeys, holding perfectly still.
I've been hard for six straight months. Six months of torture, sitting at that bar, watching her bend and stretch and laugh. Six months of imagining those thighs wrapped around my face while I taste her. And now she's here, her perfect ass just feet away from me, and all I can do is look.
For now.
“I wonder what you're thinking right now,” I say, keeping my voice low and controlled despite the fire raging through my veins. “Are you wondering who I am? Why did I choose you? Or are you just thinking about the money?”
Her legs twitch slightly at that. She's listening to every word.
“The money is just a formality, Katarina. What I really want can't be bought.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees, studying the curve where her thighs meet her ass. “But I'll pay whatever it takes to make sure no one else touches what's mine.”
I settle back in my chair, content to just watch her. Memorizing every inch of skin visible to me, cataloging it for later when I'm alone with my hand and my thoughts.
Minutes tick by. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. I don't speak, don't move. Just watch. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, but I make no move to adjust it. The discomfort keeps me sharp and focused.
She starts fidgeting more as time passes. Her feet cross at the ankles, then uncross. Her right leg bounces slightly, a nervous tic. She shifts her weight from one hip to the other.
Impatient little thing.
At the forty-five-minute mark, she stretches her legs straight out, pointing her toes like a dancer. The move pulls the fabric of her shorts tighter across her ass, and I have to grip the arms of my chair to keep from reaching out to touch.
An hour in, she's practically squirming. I can tell she's getting frustrated with my silence, with the waiting.
The intercom crackles to life suddenly, startling me out of my trance.
“So, are you just gonna sit there and stare at my ass all night without saying anything else?” Her voice fills the room, dripping with attitude. “Because I gotta say, for six figures, I expected a little more conversation.”
I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. There she is. My smart-mouthed little bartender.
“I was enjoying the view,” I reply, keeping my voice deliberately casual. “Some things are better appreciated in silence.”
