The one I booked out, so it’s just her and me.
She’s impressed.
And waiting for me to pounce.
Fuck, the anticipation has my cock so thick and hard I swear I’m going to come the minute I let it loose.
I am fucking her tonight.
We both know that.
Brook’s blonde hair is piled on top her head, showing off her slim neck, and she’s wearing a short black dress. Very short. The kind that teases a man to slide his fingers along her silky thigh and help himself.
We are definitely fucking. If we make it back to my place before we do, I’ll be surprised.
Any other woman, I would’ve had a chef prepare dinner at my penthouse and already be twelve inches deep inside her. But Brooklyn McKenna is not just any other woman.
I need her.
Or rather, she has a purpose in my life that no other woman does. To bring down my father.
So, I actually need to have conversations with her.
If I’m to plant the seeds and give her information, I can hardly bring up Leo Taylor while I’m sucking her clit and be all like, by the way that show of yours...
Brook has been clear she doesn’t date, so that poses a bit more of a challenge. I am confident she’ll want to see me a few more times. Not because of my charming dinner conversations, more because she’ll be screaming my name across Manhattan in less than two hours.
Remember to talk.
It’s hard.
I’m imagining, as I take another mouthful, what her breasts would look like spilling over her dress if I tugged it down. Or if she has panties on and is wet anticipating me pressing my fingers inside her.
So it’s a balance.
We need a few dates before I can give her the information I’ll share about my father. But I also don’t want to scare her off.
She needs to think I’m the knight in fucking shining armor pursuing her pussy, and that’s it.
“You went to a lot of trouble for a non-date.” She smiles at me.
“I hate people. They chew loudly.”
Brook chokes on her sip of wine and laughs. I love watching her smile at my stupid jokes.
“So, what? You rented out the entire restaurant. Dune usually takes a month to get a reservation.”
“I know the owner.”
And now owe Killian a huge favor. He’ll call it in at the most annoying time.
“Are you trying to impress me with your money and influence?”
“Is it working?” I sip my drink and smirk.
“Well, it’s more impressive than knocking me off my feet.” Brook meets my stare, the challenge rich in her eyes.
“Are you wearing panties?”
