Page 16 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“You’re talking like I’m the only one at fault here.Youwere the one to make things awkward.”

“I only stated the truth. You were making things awkward by constantly staring at me.”

“I saw you looking back every fucking time, asshole—”

“Or are you telling me I imagined you staring at me while I was fucking a guy’s mouth at the bar?”

Nowhis flush was a full-on thing, reaching the tops of his ears, even as his pupils dilated slightly.

Stop thinking about it.

“I did not stare,” he said, though it had a lot less heat than before.

He sounded like a reluctant brat.

I was used to people seeing me fuck someone’s mouth in the bar. It was, after all, something not at all uncommon there, and one of its perks for me. I got off on dominating someone, being a little rough with some audience and the other person got their rocks off being a little humiliated by it. Even if it was dark and most people saw very little of it.

I was used to it, and yet seeing Scott had tugged at something deep inside me. It had hooked me, clutched me by the balls, and made me fuck harder into the guy’s mouth as I stared at the Prince’s surprisingly turned-on stare. As I warned him with my eyes to look away, and he looked like he wished he was the one I was pushing onto my cock.

Scott’s expression was a little embarrassed and a little turned on, and because it was giving me very bad ideas and we justhadto survive this, I decided to be the bigger person.

“You did. You liked it. And it’s fine. You’re a little kinky and on the submissive side. So what? Big deal.”

Scott’s eyes flashed, opening his mouth as if to contradict me again, but I put a hand on it before he could—and he didn’t even try to stop me.

“You’re half-hard right now, my Prince. No need to hide the truth from me.”

Breathing shallow, he looked at me like the most outraged person in the world, but he stayed put.

I put my hand on the counter again. “Does it bother you because I’m a guy?” I asked, knowing full well that he was straight.

“It bothers me because it’syou, the most annoyingly arrogant clichéd bad boy boxer with no sense of personal space.”

I couldn’t help but smirk.

I’d gotten him to admit that he wanted me, and I enjoyed seeing him curse under his breath as he realized it.

It shouldn’t have felt as satisfying as it did.

“You…” He swallowed hard. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

My shoulders tensed.

I might be an asshole, but I wasn’tthatsort of asshole.

“No, and I’m not going to. But if you stopped being so embarrassed by it and instead just accepted it, we wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

Scott looked away. “It’s not that easy.”

Why did it bother me, seeing him like this? So…vulnerable?

I shouldn’t care. None of my business.

“Easy or not, you need to cut this shit off.” My lips ticked up again, but I forced myself to look very serious. “I know I make you nervous, but nothing’s going to happen—no matter how much you want it to.”

Scott sputtered, like he was sooutragedat my suggestion. “I don’t—It wasyouwho came on to me, asshole, maybe it’syouwho should back off.”

“I only told you the truth to your face.”

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