Page 49 of Resisting the Temptation
Icanbelieve it.
She’s shown time and time again that even if she’s a sweet, perfect little sub in a scene, out in the real world? She doesn’t take orders from me.
I hate that I kind of enjoy it. Enjoy seeing the fire of indignation in her eyes and the way she holds her head up high when she’s standing her ground.
I watch asJasonleads her to the dance floor with a hand on her lower back, too close to her delectable ass for my comfort.
I don’t recognize the song playing, but it’s a slow love ballad. Why this was chosen as the first song, I’ll never know.
I don’t get why they have a dance floor at all, to be honest. We’re not at a fucking prom.
Even if I feel like a high schooler watching the girl I have a crush on dancing with someone else.
No, not a crush. Just fucking.
The song ends, and Emma steps away from Jason and starts walking in my direction. His eyes linger on her ass before our gazes lock. Whatever expression I’m wearing must be intimidating because his cheeks flush in embarrassment before he turns and scurries away to the opposite side of the room.
Good. She’s not for him.
Emma doesn’t acknowledge me as she walks by, just lightly bumps my shoulder as she passes.
I don’t know why her little act of indignation makes me want to smile. Maybe it’s because I know I can punish her for it later. I think maybe a little orgasm denial is in store for tonight…
I track Emma as she says something to Derek and his wife, then to my parents, before leaving the room. I say goodbye to my parents before I leave as well.
It only occurs to me halfway out the door that it may look suspicious I left the same time as Emma. I’ll come up with a cover story if anyone asks questions.
I find Emma sitting on a bench in the front of the hotel next to the valet, tapping away on her phone.
I hand my ticket to the valet and join her on the bench to wait for my car. I glance over at her phone and see she’s typing in her information for an Uber.
“What are you doing?” I bark.
Emma barely glances up from her phone. “Ordering a ride.”
“I’m driving you.”
She scoffs. “No, you’re not. I’m going home.”
“The hell you are. We had a plan for tonight.” I hope my voice hides the sting of rejection I feel.
“We did, but that plan has been compromised since Drew is going to be at the club. We’ll have to reschedule.”
I gently pull her phone from her grasp before she can finish ordering a car. “You’re coming to my place.”
“The hell I am!” A group of people walk out of the hotel, distracting me enough for her to snatch her phone back. She continues in a harsh whisper, “That blurs the lines, Ben. Our deal is to meet at the club. Going to your house feels too… intimate.”
I see where she’s coming from, but also, “Me being balls deep in your pussyisn’tintimate?”
Emma rolls her eyes. “That’s different, and you know it. If I start going to your house, what’s next? You want me to come over after work instead of waiting until Saturday? We start having sleepovers? We have quickies in the truck on the way to jobsites? The rules are there for a reason, Ben.”
Mierda.Why do I like the idea of her coming over after work, cooking her dinner, then blowing her back out? Why do I like the idea of waking up with her and being able to sink into her lush body? Why does the thought of fingering her or having her lips wrapped around my cock in my work truck make me so hot?
It’s got to be because it’s a forbidden fantasy. None of those things are options. Emma’s made it clear she’s not looking for a relationship, and it’s not something I want either…
Right?
“I propose an amendment to the rules since the club is now compromised. Same rules apply in all other aspects, just a different location.”
