“Hmmm, that was almost charming.”
“Are you backing down?”
“From what, there was no challenge in that, Mr. Smith. We all know I know more words than your puny man brain could handle.” Her smile teases me, forcing me to watch those sinful lips as she quickly swipes them with her tongue.
“You’re right. Words aren’t my forte.” I lean down to whisper in her ear, and to my absolute satisfaction, she holds her ground.
“I’m more of an expert in sounds. I bet I could have you making all kinds of noises you didn’t know you were capable of.” Her breath hitches and I almost growl with gratification. I’d say she has no idea of the allure she holds, but she absolutely knows the effect she has on people, me specifically. She also knows she holds 100 percent of the power. The new game she’s playing is how much of my dignity she’s going to steal before she relents and lets me give her a couple of orgasms. At this rate, I’d play any game with her. She has my attention wrapped around her, almost as tight as her fucking dress.
I look at the watch on my wrist and flick my attention back to her. “How much longer you playing for?”
She crosses her arms and pulls those luscious lips into a side pout. She’s been caught, but she likes it. “I’m not bored yet.”
“C’mon, Rosebud, if you gave in, imagine all the orgasms I could be giving you right now.”
“That wouldn’t really be a testament to your skills. I come easy.”
Fuck me.I’m officially sporting a semi in my friend’s bar. I bite down on the groan that works its way up my throat. She has no panties on and is responsive as fuck. I could shimmy her into a dark corner, slip a hand in there, and feel the real effect I have on her.
That thought alone turns my semi almost completely rock hard. I’m also apparently into torturing myself, because my next question is, “Most you’ve finished in one night?”
“Overall, or from one act?”Just when I thought the perfect woman didn’t exist.
“Oh, Rosebud. We’re going to have some fun, you and me. But for the sake of conversation, answer both.”
She taps her chin playfully, mulling it over.
“I came four times from one round of oral once.” And in this moment, I’ve never wanted my head buried between a set of legs more. “But overall? Like six?” she responds so matter-of-factly.
I step into her space more, my hands remain in the pockets of my pants while hers remain crossed over her chest. “What if I guarantee seven?” I lower my voice in promise. I want to rock her world so bad, and I want it now. The desire swimming in her eyes heats for a moment before she blinks and it’s gone.Exquisite.She is a master. I’ve never met a match like her.
She playfully smiles, turning and heading away from the dance floor.
“What—hang on.” I jog after her.Fuck, she is fast for a little thing.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” she throws over her shoulder as we gain on the coat closet, the sound of the music slowly fading making it easier to hear.
“They don’t call me confidence for nothing.”No one calls you confidence, Caleb, what the fuck was that?
She spins, obviously thinking the same thing. “Who the hell is calling you confidence,cabrón.” Not sure what the Spanish word means—I choose to believe it is a term of endearment because I’m so charming—I press my lips together at her question. Holding her attention, I step closer, and she retreats slowly until her back hits the wall. The tension between us is so taut. I know I’m not the only one who feels it based purely on the quick rise and fall of her chest. She has a thick mask of indifference in place, but she hasn’t worked out her tells yet. Her nose flares slightly, and while she has managed to stop herself from biting her lip, giving away her desire, I can see her bite the inside of it, almost drawing in the skin just below her lip.Sinker, baby.I’ve got her.
I lean an arm above her, bringing a hand up to delicately drag a finger across her sharp jawline.
Rosie is all sass, sharp edges, and quick wit.I’m ravenous for her.
“Fine.” She relents and my eyes snap from admiring the way sweat has illuminated her skin to her large almond eyes as she continues, “Make it eight and I’ll blow you in the elevator.”
“I think I love you.” The breath stalls in my throat. Obviously, that was a joke, butfuck me,is it Christmas?
“Ground rules.” That desire is replaced with fire, and she levels me with a smirk. “I don’t repeat. This is your one and only time to shine, Mr. Smith.”
Don’t have to tell me twice, one and done is my preferred style. Every now and then I’ll rotate a few on the roster, but they are the women who are not only excellent in the sack but understand the no-strings, sex-only arrangement. I have no doubt Rosie would earn her place among the roster, and I’ve suddenly got myself a new game.
“I love a challenge. Get those lips ready, Rosebud. I want to see them puckered when you get on your knees for me.” This time, she bites her lip fully. I grab her by the hand and practically drag her to the entrance, her soft giggles lagging behind.
The only mistake I made, was thinking one and done with Rosie could ever be enough.
CHAPTER 1
