Page 54 of The Little Black Book

“Oh, so youwantme to boss you around in bed,” I say, following her as she takes the vase to the sink to fill it.

She doesn’t respond, but her answering smile is the only response I need. Locking that little tidbit away for later, I watch as she puts the flowers in the water and sets the bouquet on her table. Then she turns toward me and nods.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“After you,” I say, holding out an arm for her to precede me.

She nods and heads toward the door, grabbing her purse and phone from the table beside it. I hold the door for her, then take her keys and lock it before giving them back. She thanks me, and I wrap her arm through mine as I lead her to the car with a wide smile on my face.

The game is afoot.

* * *

Dinner atMercacio’swas a solid ten. Luckily, Jared was able to get me a hookup for the reservation, or we never would’ve gotten in on such late notice. The place is expensive as hell, but seeing Zoey enjoy the food the way she did made it worth every penny.

And thanks to our semi-private table in a dark alcove, I got a head start on my path to winning this bet with Zoey. I made sure to sit beside her, rather than across the table, and I took the opportunity to touch her as much as possible. A few chaste kisses. A graze of a palm across her knee. Stroking the skin of her bare shoulder with my thumb.

They were just simple, innocent touches, but I could see how they affected her. A quiet inhalation. An involuntary shiver. A smile full of promise.

After dinner, I took her to play laser tag. She’d mentioned to me once that she always wanted to try it, and I knew I made the right choice when I saw the look on her face as we pulled up to the warehouse. It may not have been the most romantic choice for a date, but it was the perfect plan for Zoey and me.

And I didn’t waste any opportunities to back her into dark corners and make out with her like a couple of teenagers. I didn’t even try to beat her at the game. Seeing how much fun she was having was the only win I needed.

Well, that and the bet.

We’re in my car now, idling in the parking lot after laser tag. Zoey leaned over to kiss me in thanks for a fun night, and that simple kiss has evolved into a frenzy of lips and hands as the car windows fog up.

“Sam,” she says, breaking off our kiss to stare at me as she pants heavily. “I’m begging you. Take me to your bed.”

I nod quickly, too worked up to gloat over my win. I need to get her home, naked in my bed. I feel like I might explode if I don’t bury myself deep inside her soon.

She squirms in her seat, and I reach over to press a calming hand to her thigh. Instead of settling down, though, she grabs my hand and pushes it up her thigh until I’m cupping her sex. My breath hisses through my teeth at how soaked the material of her underwear is, and her quiet moan at my touch rockets through me like an earthquake.

I keep my hand where it is until we get back to my house, stroking her just enough to keep that fire stoked until I can get her inside. We hop out and hurry into the house, and as soon as I lock the door behind us, I turn to face Zoey.

“Take your underwear off and give them to me,” I say, my voice low and firm.

Her eyes widen with excitement as she realizes it’s time to pay up on the bet. She has to do whatever I say, and she can’t fucking wait. My cock hardens even further with that knowledge.

Keeping her gaze on me, she pulls up her skirt and pushes that scrap of lace down her thighs. Once it drops to the floor, she bends over slowly to pick it up, then holds it out to me. Taking it, I shove it into my pocket before stepping closer.

Spinning her around, I plaster myself to her back, letting her feel my erection as my hand slips under her skirt to find her wet, swollen clit. Her head lolls back against my shoulder, and I take the opportunity to suck at her neck while I stroke her into a frenzy.

My free hand brushes over her breast, finding her hard nipple through the material and pinching it lightly. She groans, and her hand curves up around my neck to grip the back of it. Turning her head, she presses her mouth to mine as she grinds her ass against my cock.

Pulling my hands away, I bend my knees and sweep her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest as I carry her into the bedroom. Zoey’s mouth latches onto my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and electricity shoots straight to my cock.

I set her on her feet at the edge of the bed, then take a step back to look at her. She watches me for a moment, then whips her dress over her head. Dropping it to the floor, she maintains the eye contact as she unfastens her bra and drops it, as well.

I slowly undress as she watches, and when we’re standing naked before each other, I lift a hand and twirl my finger in the air.

“Turn around, bend over the bed, and spread your legs wide,” I say, and she quickly complies.

Moving close, I run my fingertips down her spine. She twitches when my fingers dip into her crack, lightly touching her asshole before continuing on. When I reach her entrance, I huff out a breath at how wet she is. My finger slips inside easily, and her inner walls tighten around it as a whimper of need slips through her lips.

That sound is nearly my undoing. I want nothing more than to thrust my cock into that tight, hot cavern, but I force myself to stay the course. I want Zoey to feel how much I care for her. I want her to see that we belong together.

I drop to my knees and replace my finger with my tongue, licking and sucking at her until she’s a trembling mess. When I know I’ve got her right on the edge of detonation, I pull back and climb to my feet.

---