“Haven, one question.”
Hunching her shoulders, she froze.
“If your old man doesn’t want you near me, then why did you agree to do the fundraiser?”
“It’s for a good cause,” she said as she headed for the door.
I padded over to her before she walked out. “Oh, and one more thing.”
She turned, her eyes roaming all over me.
Inwardly, I grinned. She didn’t want to leave. I would guess it was taking some strong fucking willpower on her part to walk out.
Hell, my own resolve had a crack in it, which was so unlike me. Usually, I had to kick women out of my bed. But I wanted to keep Haven, play with her, and not let her out of my sight.
I caged her against the door. “I have a new nickname for you.” I seated my hand in between her legs. “Do you want to hear it?” I began rubbing.
She closed her eyes, lowering her shoulders. “Nope.”
I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Do you want to fuck me?”
She humped my hand. “Nope.”
“Are you sure? You don’t want my cock inside you? You don’t want to experience how wonderful I can make you feel?”
She spewed soft noises.
“Or how about my tongue again?”
She pushed me away, but I didn’t move.
“Stop,” she said weakly.
I guided her hand to my groin. “He wants you. One more hour. Then you can go.”
Her eyes flew open. “Nope.”
“I’ll make a prediction, then. I had you in my bed, and I’ll have you there again. Only the next time, I’m going to fuck your brains out and ruin you for any other guy.”
She snarled. “You’re an ass.”
It was my turn to walk away with a grin the size of Texas.
“What’s my new nickname?” she asked.
“The Foreplay Queen.”
Giggling, she opened the door. When she did, Beverly breezed in.
Women. Tabitha, Haven, and now Beverly. I was all for women in my room, but I wasn’t interested in Beverly or Tabitha.
“Are you here to take pictures of me again?” Haven asked, not moving from the doorway.
Music floated up from below.
Beverly pursed her flaming-red lips. “I didn’t take any pictures.”
For some odd reason, I believed her. At the moment, she didn’t have a phone in her hand either.
