Page 37 of His to Possess
“And speaking of exploring,” Nate says, reaching for Harper’s hand. “The steel door calls.”
She doesn’t look the slightest bit sheepish when she allows him to pull her to her feet, like her boyfriend announcing they’re about to go do a bunch of kinky shit isn’t the slightest bit embarrassing.
A stab of jealousy hits me and I wonder what it would feel like to be so comfortable sexually.
Philip pulls me to my feet as well. He shakes hands with Nate while Harper pulls me into a tight hug. “It was so nice to meet you,” she says into my ear. “I’d love to take you to lunch this week, if you’re free.”
“She’ll be free,” Philip says smoothly. “She just quit her job.”
I turn to glare at him—because I most certainly did not quit my job—but he just winks at me before nudging me aside to lean in and kiss Harper’s cheek. “I’ll let you know about lunch on the condition that you behave yourself when you’re with her.”
Harper rolls her eyes as she pats him on the shoulder. “Uh huh. Sure thing, buddy.”
Then Nate waves goodbye to the two of us, already pulling her away with his other hand. I hear him mutter something about eye rolling and Harper gives a happy little squeak when he smacks her ass playfully.
“They’re pretty good together, huh?” I ask.
“They’re disgusting,” Philip says, but he sounds wistful about it. “Completely made for each other.”
His tone gives me a strange little ache in my chest, but I forget about it when he pulls me around to face him, his big strong hands curling around my upper arms.
“Now. My responsibilities for the evening are done. What would you like to do?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What are my options?”
Please say you’ll follow up on that orgasm chat, please say you’ll follow up on that orgasm chat.
His eyes flash, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “We can stay here for another drink. We could go out to another club—go dancing if you’d like. I know a restaurant with amazing views that serves the best desserts you’ve ever had in your life.” He studies my face. “Or we could go home. Your call.”
There’s a world of dark promise in his words. I don’t even have to think about it—I know exactly what I want to do with Philip tonight.
“Home,” I say quickly. “Let’s go home.”
Philip
It’s all I can do to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her upstairs. I have a room on the second floor, though I don’t use it all that often. My scenes often take place in the public rooms, and they’re always well attended. My private room is mostly used for training sessions, particularly with those subs who are sent to me from less experienced Doms.
You can’t take Lilah there,I tell myself. There is absolutely no way I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself anywhere in this club. Not that I necessarily want to keep my hands to myself. I know that I should—I’m the last thing she needs. But I’m beginning to accept that I’m fighting a losing battle.
Her admission that no man has made her come nearly killed me. I wanted nothing more than to lay her out right there on the table and attack her pussy with my tongue and fingers. I didn’t even give a shit if everyone watched—fuck, the idea turns me on.
But I won’t do that to Lilah. If anything happens between us, it’s damn sure not going to be the result of me losing my damn mind in public. She needs to be absolutely sure about her decisions, and that means giving us both a little time and a little space.
I’ll be lucky if I can get her all the way back to the condo before kissing her.
From the brightness in her eyes and her quick steps as she follows me to the exit, I can tell that she’s every bit as eager as I am. That thought sends something warm and liquid through my chest.
We pause at the door to let an entering couple pass. I hold her hand tightly, loving the way it fits so perfectly in mine. I’ve never been a man to give a second’s thought to hand holding, but I have a feeling I could get used to holding Lilah’s hand.
I’m concentrating so hard on the way her fingers feel against mine that I notice the moment her body goes rigid. A quick glance at her face shows me wide eyes and a rapidly paling complexion.
“Lilah?”
The man in front of us—the one who just entered the room, the one whom Lilah is currently gaping at—stops in his tracks, his eyes going wide as he takes her in.
“Lilah Cartwright?”
Fuck, she’sshaking. Without thinking, I slip an arm around her, wanting to brace her, but immediately regret it when I see the guy’s eyes narrow on my hand at her waist.
