Page 72 of Lorcan's Obsession

That became the pattern for our time together; movies at my place, cooking, and sex. Lots and lots of toe-curling, mind-shattering, unbelievably great sex.

But it was still casual. So, I planned a meeting with Dom. He was the only person who could give me tips on how to back Tristen into the corner that could take us to the next level.

We arranged to meet for dinner and drinks at Grosvenor House, one of the most sought-after night venues in Dubai, with its exceptional marina views and mouthwatering Far Eastern and Asian cuisine. Their famous Dragon Bar drew rip-roaring crowds every night, and the resident deejay was a friend of Dom’s, so he managed to secure the best seats in the house for us.

Dom minced no words. "I heard you've been taking excellent care of my bestie. She raves about that cock of yours every time we meet; I'm jealous I didn't get to taste it first."

I punched him on his bicep, amused by his blatant comment.

"Ouch! Not all of us work out three hours a day, demigod." His nose wrinkled as he rubbed his upper arm. "So tell me, how can I help you with this hot babe of ours? I know that’s why you’re here."

"Every trick and tactic I’ve used to take her out on a first date has failed. I have to go back to innovative methods."

I air-quoted the innovative, and he rolled his eyes laughing. No doubt he remembered how I got Tristen's attention at Hendricks Bar the first time.

A wide grin pulled at the corner of Dom's full lips. "I like this. What did you have in mind?"

"My girl loves a challenge, and I need her to lose a bet." I ran a hand through my hair, as I did whenever I was deep in thought. "If we play trivia, what category is she guaranteed to flunk?"

“Hollywood entertainment.”

“No shit?” That was the best news I’d heard all week. “So if I ask her to name Shawn Mendes’s current girlfriend or Jungkook’s band, will she know the answer?”

“Absolutely. You wanna stay away from the younglings. She’s on top of her game there: the Biebs, Ariana, Zendaya…get it?”

I nodded. “Then where should I steer the questions?”

“Ask her to list Marlon Brando’s movies or name the first James Bond. Or what was Frank Sinatra’s first album? Stuff like that.”

“Got it," I said with a knowing smile.

The rest of our dinner was filled with laughter and easy conversation. Dom told me about a new chatting app he was working on, and immediately offered to be an investor for three percent of his company. We shook on it, agreeing to let my lawyers handle the paperwork the next day. The app was an incredible idea, but even more, I wanted to worm my way to all of Tristen's friends and cement my place as her man. If money was going to help me achieve that, so be it.

Armed with the information Dom had provided, I stalked into my condo like a king of the jungle. Tonight, I would plot and plan, and when I saw Tristen next, we would be planning our first official date. But at that moment, a familiar cotton candy and lilac perfume wafted past my nostrils, and all my schemes were pushed to the back of my mind.

Tristen was here already. Waiting for me.

I hadn't seen her for four painstaking days. I’d given Tris a key to come in whenever she wanted, but I was greedy for any free second with her. To maximize the time we could spend together, I got her a mahogany desk and an office chair for her studying needs. Then, I could work right beside her in the same room. Yes, I was that obsessed with her.

And right now, I needed Tristen as badly as I needed air to survive. Like a seasoned bloodhound, I tracked her heavenly scent to our shared office. She was studying for her exams, but stiffy was not going to wait till bedtime.

I kissed the top of her head and lightly spun her chair. "How’s my baby doing?"

Tristen gazed up from her computer, a warm smile pulling at her lips. "I'm good, baby. Just a little bit left to complete.” Her face looked exhausted, but her fiery green eyes still twinkled. “How was dinner with Dom? You two have a good time?"

"A huh," I hummed, kneeling before her and bunching her skirt before sliding my hand along her smooth skin. "We had a good time and a lovely meal." I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and trailed kisses along her inner thigh. "And now, I'm ready for my dessert." I brushed my nose over her pure-white lace panties, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Baby, I still have so much to—oh, god." I’d slipped a digit past her lace lingerie into her slick center, pulverizing her words.

"You were saying?"

My sinful finger was moving in and out of her hot and tight center, twisting and turning.

"Yes. No. Yes! Please make me come!"

I smirked. My girl was always craving the orgasms I could give her.

Tristen gripped the handles of her seat, her knuckles bleaching from the sheer force about to rip through her. I chuckled next to her clit, the vibrations of my laughter teasing her sensitive peak until her back bowed in the confined space. My cock was diamond-hard and ready for her.

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