My slacks grow tight, and I have to shift on my seat to adjust myself.
“Are you uncomfortable or something, Lucky?”
I realize I’m staring at her lap, and I cut my eyes up to hers. “You could say that.”
“I did say that.” She leans back, resting her palms on the seat behind her, and then uncrosses and re-crosses her legs, giving me a brief, but unobstructed view of the damp fabric between her legs again. “And yousaid you weren’t going to touch me. And if I recall correctly, you also said you had no interest in Patrick’ssloppy seconds. So I wonder what you would do if I just…indulgedmyself a little. Right here in front of you.”
I discreetly swallow. “Nothing. Because you wouldn’t. Because you’re a closeted voyeur. You like to be the one watching.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t?” She leans back farther, bracing herself on one elbow while she uses her other arm to stroke the flat of her lower tummy with her fingertips. “You sure seem to think you have me all figured out. But you don’t.”
“Yeah, I do. There’s nothing about you that could surprise me. I’ve met a thousand broads exactly like you, Ava. You’re predictable.”
She uncrosses her legs and sets her feet apart a bit. Not much. Justenough. “Would it be predictableif I asked you to get on your knees for me right now?”
I swallow again, but anger flashes behind my eyes, electrifying my veins again. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”
“I didn’t ask for your policy on getting on your knees,” she says, her voice lower and more husky than I’m used to. “I asked if it would be predictable for me to ask you for that.”
I clear my throat and shift on the chair again. “What’s predictable is how turned on you are after you got a peek at shit that isn’t completely vanilla. It’s predictable that you’ve got all these closet kinks, and it’s also predictable that you’re not gonna act on them a secondtime because I’m here instead of Patrick. Because Patrick is safe. And I’m not. And you like safe. Because you’re a coward.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. I ama coward. I’m so cowardly that I’d nevertouch myself in front of a dangerousman like you.”
But that’s exactly what she does.
Her knees shift wider, and she slips her hand under the damp, filmy pink material. I can see everything.Her index and ring finger spread her wet lips, making room for her middle finger to circle and stroke the small, swollen bud.
“No, I’d neverdo that,” she goes on, her voice breathier now. “You’re just way too dangerous, Lucky. You’re so dangerous that you’d look at me doing that and forget all about how I’m Patrick’s sloppy seconds.”
My cock is so hard that it’s excruciating. It’s too fucking hot out here all of a sudden, and I grip the knot of my tie to loosen it, then release the top button on my collar. Ava strokes her lips and circles her clit a few more times before sliding two fingers inside and dragging them out slowly.
“And then,” she goes on, her fingers still fucking herself under her panties, “you’d hold me down while you fucked me. You’d cover my mouth and squeeze my neck to keep me from screaming for help. Because that’sthe kind of man you are. You’re not just dangerous, Lucky. You’re a bad person. You’re the kind of man who demeans women for sport. You arethe kind of guy who’d smack a woman. And you’re the kind who would rapeone, too.”
I snap my gaze up to her face.
Her words instantly suck allthe sexiness out of the air, and my dick relaxes.
“Do me a favor and get your fingers out of your pussy while you’re talking to me. It seems to be clouding your senses.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Especially if you really believe the things you just said.”
She doesn’t stop. She goes faster. After another second or two, she whimpers and bites her bottom lip, and who am I to stand between someone and their climax?
I turn my back to her and meander to the opposite railing. I don’t hear any more whimpering, but after a stretch of silence, I hear the clip-clop of her heels on the concrete, like she’s walking inside. Glancing over my shoulder, I see her slip inside. A few more seconds pass, and I faintly hear the sink running in the en suite.
Ava finally returns, now wearing the black leggings she had on earlier and no shoes. She sits back down on the chaise, facing forward this time, with her knees drawn up to her chest.
“So what did you want to talkabout, Lucky?”
I cross the balcony and sit on the other chaise facing her. “Anything you want.”
“Okay.” She straightens her legs, crossing them at the ankles while also folding her arms across her chest. “How about…why are you such an asshole? Like…” She throws out her arm toward me, then draws it back. “Nobody’s born an asshole, so was it fame? Was it the fact that you got effortlessly rich and famous, and that turned you into an entitled asshole who does whatever he wants, including acting like an abusive brute?”
I nearly scoff. “Not a damn thing about my life has been effortless.” I wave my hand dismissively. “You don’t know shit about me, Ava.”
She laughs haughtily. “Your behavior tells me everythingI need to know about you.”
“Yeah, my behavior.” Now, I actuallyscoff. “Like when I didn’t even come nearyou when you were diddling yourself right in front of my fucking face just now.” I press my index finger against my tie. “If I was as malevolent as you’re claiming I am, I wouldhave taken advantage of that shit. I would’ve done everything you insinuated that a guy like you think I am would do in that situation. But I didn’t. If anyone’s behavior says something about them, it’s yours.”
“Mybehavior?” She practically leaps off the chaise and stands in front of me, pressing her hand to her sternum. “My behavior may as well have been non-existent compared to yours.”
