Page 45 of The Price of Scandal
I gave one small, testing thrust. I was a beast. An animal. I was seconds away from seeing exactly how far she would let me go.
Her eyes were unreadable.
Disgusted with myself, I tried to lift her off me, but her thighs tightened again. Dear God. This woman was going to kill me. I only hoped she’d let me make her come before she did.
“Not until we have a deal.” Her voice was raspy, breath hot on my chin.
“Three vetoes. Final offer,” I said.
This time, it was she who gave the shallow little thrust. Even fully clothed, I was the Ponce de León of female anatomy. I knew that my cock was coasting through her open folds. There were people in easy view of this tableau. Witnesses who could watch me dry fuck my client into oblivion.
“Fuck,” I breathed.Where was that control I was so proud of?
“You must have left it in your other pants,” Emily whispered.
And now I was speaking my inner thoughts out loud. The woman was a witch. An enchanting temptress.
“What are you doing?” I gritted out the words.
She dipped lower until we were nose to nose. “Winning.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Love, three vetoes or I’m not going to be able to control myself, and I’ll do something that will go a long way in ruining not just your reputation but your ability to enjoy other men in bed.”
She arched an eyebrow.
I groaned at the friction against my cock.
“Someone’scocky,” Emily whispered.
“Is that a pun?” I gritted the question out.
“Three vetoes and allow me to restate that there will be no physical relationship between the two of us. You’re not my type.”
The woman was a manipulative liar, and I was already half in love with her. I just needed to be patient, give her enough time with my smoldering sexiness before her resolve shattered.
“A physical relationship with you is the last thing on my mind,” I groaned. My cock twitched painfully against her at my lie.
“Good. We have a deal,” she said. And then the great and powerful billionaire CEO kissed me playfully on the nose before hopping to her feet.
I lay there on my back, staring up at the fluorescent lights that hung from the twenty-foot ceiling.What the hell had just happened to me?
A peek at the real Emily Stanton. That’s what.
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Me: Revenge favor.
Rowena: My fave. Who?
Me: Malcolm Ellis.
Rowena: Level of revenge?
Me: General douchebag. Make it sting. Make sure he knows it’s me.
Rowena: Lemme see what we’ve got…
