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He bit my lip, sucking it between his teeth on a grin. “That the next time I touched you, you’d be begging me to.”
I didn’t have time to scoff or pin him with a remark of my own before he set me on my feet in front of my door, digging through my bag until he found the ring of keys I’d thrown in there.
“Unlock that door,” he said, dangling them between us before he dropped them into my hand. “And then get on your fucking knees.”
CHAPTER 28
SAY PLEASE
Vince
She was such a good fucking girl.
As soon as the door was unlocked, Maven shoved through it, pulling me in with her. I slung her bag into the corner of the foyer, following where she led me into her living room.
Then, she released my hand, and dropped to her knees just like I’d asked.
It was my first time in her place, one that looked so much like mine, and then again, nothing like it. Hers was smaller, bland, filled with furniture and artwork that was no reflection of who she was. I made a mental note to ask her to take me home — to herrealhome — as soon as possible.
But for tonight, I had more pressing matters to attend to.
“For the record,” she said, her ass balanced on her heels, knees against the hardwood floor. “Metalkingto your teammate is not the same as you having a girl grinding on your lap.”
I smirked, widening my stance as I folded my arms and stared down at where she knelt. “If you want to demand something, Maven, just say it.”
Her eyes flicked between mine. “You’re not mine to command.”
“No?” I asked, tilting my head. Then, I walked slowly to where she was, tilting her chin with my knuckles so she looked up at me. “Don’t let another man touch you unless you have my permission. I don’t care if you’re just friends.”
Her eyelids fluttered a bit, and I arched a brow, waiting.
“Don’t touch another woman,” she said carefully, quietly.
“What was that?”
“Don’ttouchanother woman,” she said, louder, eyes on mine. “And don’t let another woman touch you.”
My smile climbed, her steely command making my cock twitch. I leaned down, taking her chin in my hand and kissing those sweet words left hanging on her lips. When I released her, I stood tall again.
“As you wish. Now, pull your dress up to your hips.”
I saw it, the moment her breathing intensified, the moment the rules were laid out and it was time to play again. Her lids fluttered as she slowly folded her fingertips into the fabric at her waist, scrunching it up little by little until it popped over her ass and settled there, ruched at her hips.
“Spread your legs.”
Her nostrils flared as she did.
“Wider.”
Again, she obeyed, feet together under her ass and knees spread wide. I could see the brown fabric of her thong, how it blended with her skin.
“Pull those perfect tits out of that dress.”
With her eyes still on me, she slid the thin strap off one of her shoulders, and then the next, peeling the fabric down until her breasts tumbled out. She didn’t have a bra on underneath, and my cock hardened to stone at the sight of her.
The city spread out in the window behind her, lights reflecting off the water of the Hillsborough River. And she was a piece of art against that backdrop.
I swallowed, making quick work of my shoes before my hands moved to unbuckle my belt. Maven’s gaze fell to watch me, until I had it and the button on my dress slacks unfastened. I tugged the zipper down next, and then shrugged my pants off, followed by my sports coat and button-up shirt.
