Page 47 of Seven Year Itch
“You want a casual fuck?” I let the last word linger in the air for a moment before I shrug and add, “I’m right here, Ace.”
She scoffs, annoyance dripping in her tone as she replies, “We don’t even like each other!”
“You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” I lick my lips and smirk to show her this isn’t as serious as she’s making it out to be. She isn’t weak. She is strong. And that dickhead made her forget that.And I am more than happy to help her remember.
“Of course you would say that.” She crosses her arms over her chest and shudders. “Have you ever liked anyone you’ve slept with? Like genuinely liked them?”
“Sure, I like ’em.” I slip out of my jacket and drape it over the railing.
“That’s real convincing,” she says as her eyes watch me unbutton my sleeves to roll them up. “You probably don’t even remember most of their names.”
“Is there a reason you’re so judgmental about someone who enjoys sex?” I quirk a brow and her eyes brighten with a million questions. “You were literally just talking about wanting casual sex.”
“I know but... how do you even know what the person likes or doesn’t like if you don’t know them at least a little bit?”
“I’m a quick study, baby.” I wink.
“Don’t call mebaby.” She holds her hand up, and her grossed-out expression amuses me.
God, what would be like if she really let her hair down? Really let go? I bet she would be magnificent.
“This is your big chance. A one-night stand with a guy who only does one-nights.”
“But what happens when we get back home? It’ll be awkward for sure.”
I tilt my head. “What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.”
“So we’d never speak about this again?”
I make anotherXon my heart, and her eyes linger on my chest as a look of longing casts over her eyes. I’m wearing her down. The ice queen is melting before my very eyes.
She licks her lips and then chews them, intrigue brightening her features in the moonlight. With a flash of brazen confidence, she looks up at me and says, “Where do we start?”
Hell yeah. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you want? Nothing stokes a person’s confidence like being in control when the clothes are off.”
“I don’t want to be a Domme,” she blurts out, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She turns on her heel and rushes into the room to begin pacing in front of the bed. “And I know I’m not a submissive either. That first experience at Lexon did not go well.”
I laugh and watch her wring her hands in front of her as she cracks her knuckles.
“Don’t worry about the labels. Just tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She barks out a laugh. “Oh yeah, right. Like you’ll just let me make demands. You didn’t take kindly to my demands during the house reno.”
“This is different. I’m a very open-minded person when it comes to fucking. And the sexual frustration I’ve felt in every cell of my body since the moment I saw you at the club tells me that I will give you whatever you demand.”
She shakes her head, clearly unsure how to process that comment from me. “Oh sure... like if I asked you to crawl to me, you’d actually do it.”
A dry laugh bubbles up from her lips as my brows shoot to my hairline. That is a very specific and unusual request which indicates to me that she’s thought about this already. About what it would be like to have a man crawl to her.
My dick thickens in my slacks.
I stare back at her without an ounce of humor on my face. “Say the word.”
She sucks in a sharp breath as her lips part. Her breasts heave with a huge gulp of air, and I wonder if they might try to pop out of that dress she’s wearing. “You’re messing with me.”
The blood in my veins heats as I lick my lips and utter, “Try me, Ace.”
She lifts her fingers to her mouth, her long nails tapping on her ruby lips as she contemplates this moment.
