Page 33 of Emily: Hello Kitten

He keeps brushing his foot against mine since we sat on opposite sides of the table so I could sit next to the man my mom chose for me.

Trever or Tanner or something. He likes to brag about what he’s got, that’s for sure. “Emmy—”

“Emily,” I correct for the tenth time.

“Have I told you about my yacht?”

“Twice, actually, but I’m sure there’s more than two levels, aren’t there?” I ask before taking a sip of bubbly wine. I’m on glass four and starting to feel giggly.

“There’s four, actually. I want the best, so I get the best,” he says as his hand brushes over mine. I look from his hand up tohis face. I think he’s trying to look sexy, but he’s just leering at me. “And I like tospoilmy girlfriends.”

Nausea takes root at the pit of my stomach and I muster a smile. “Oh, so you can handle more than one woman at once?” I ask, taking another long drink.

“No, no. I mean my girlfriend, when I have one. I’ve had a few in the past,” he says with a shrug.

“So, you buy them pretty things, then they leave? That’s not fair to you,” I say seriously. “You know, you should be more careful with the woman you let into your life.”

“And that right there tells me you’re a different kind of woman. The right kind of woman,” he says, stroking further up my arm.

“You just met me,” I say before taking his wine. “For all you know, I could just be interested in the yacht you keep talking about. I wouldn’t mention it to other girls. I’m nice enough to warn you before I take it, at least.”

Adrian coughs loudly, but I know he’s covering a laugh. I clear my throat. “Excuse me.”

I head inside from the courtyard, looking over my shoulder at Adrian. He arches an eyebrow at me, and I shrug, hiking up my skirt a little on the way. The smile falls off his face and something hot and demanding fills his intense gaze.

With a smirk, I walk toward the bathrooms. There’s a nice, dimly lit hallway here, and I’m tipsy enough to think it’s private enough for whatever Adrian might have in mind. I lean back against a wall and pull my skirt up farther.

I’m so hot. I fan my face and groan. I could just go upstairs. So what if my family notices? I have a vibrator I can enjoy. A vibrator I should get used to. Another soft sigh leaves my throat.

“Didn’t want to wait?” Adrian’s low, commanding voice echoes down the hallway.

I gaze over at him and hike my dress higher. “Someone else touched me tonight, and all you did was laugh.”

“And all you did was threaten to steal his yacht,” he says while sauntering toward me. He presses his body to mine and sighs in my ear. “I bet you’d do it, too.”

“He’s all talk,” I grumble.

“Just like I know he spent almost all of dinner staring down your dress,” Adrian says in my ear. “Everything under your dress is mine.”

“I thought it was mine,” I breathe.

He draws back to meet my eyes and arches an eyebrow. I stroke along the deep neckline of my dress. “My tits, my ass, my pussy.”

“And who has left marks on your tits, your ass, and filled your pussy with cum, Kitten?” he croons, brushing his lips over mine. “That means Iownyou, all of you. Every inch of you.”

I part my lips against his but rub his side. I grin just as he tries to kiss me. “Prove it.”

He growls, low in his throat, tangles his hand in my hair, and kisses me hard and deep. Anytime I try to lick his tongue, he draws back, teasing me. I release him to pull my dress up, and he groans. “Stop teasing.”

“Stop stalling,” I dare.

He grips my thigh, wraps it around his waist. “If you want something, say it.”

“I was sassy,” I murmur against his neck before kissing. “I was prickly with everyone but you.” Another kiss. “And I threatened to steal a boat.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I was promised something for that. I’m going to collect. But, if you’re too scared to do it now, just like you’re too scared to fantasize in class, then I’m going to have to go back to the table and drink more,” I say.

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