Page 20 of Riordan's Revenge

Riordan swung the door inwards, and I stepped into the apartment. Cautious hope added to the mix of potent need bubbling inside me, and I spun around, walking backwards as he prowled through the space with me, heading for my bedroom.

Inside, the backs of my legs hit my bed, and I sat with a rapid exhale. Nervous. Thrilled. Needing the dark-haired man to lead the way.

From the entryway, with one hand to the frame and the other the door, Riordan looked me over. Then his gaze took in the four corners of the room.

This was it. He’d advance on me. Kiss me. Breathless, I parted my knees to give him space.

Riordan’s dark gaze returned to me. “Try to get some rest.”

What?

He ducked out and closed me in. By the time I’d jumped up and followed, he was at the hall exit, the big gold key in his hand.

“See how you like being the prisoner, wild girl.”

With a smirk, the arsehole slammed the door. A click of the lock followed.

“Hey!” I ran at the door. Thumped it with my fist. “No blow job for ye.”

A dark laugh came from the other side.

“Guess I’m going to have to get busy by myself,” I snarled back.

“I’ll be right out here. I won’t leave you,” Riordan called.

I hoped to hell he was telling the truth.

Chapter 8

Riordan

Outside in the cold, I slid down the wall to park my backside on the floor. Cassie’s apartment was the safest place for her, just as out here was safest for me.

My dick disagreed.

That motherfucker had been alert and raring to go from the moment she made her offer.A lie.From before that, as well. Accepting her was the only thing on my mind.

I’d order her to strip for me. Piece by piece. Her hoodie, her dress. She’d unclasp her bra, and I’d die a thousand deaths at the sight of her tits.

I palmed my face and hid my eyes, needing this to play out, even if only in my head.

Next, she’d remove the remainder of her clothing aside from a tiny pair of knickers. A shocking red pair, knowing her. I’d tell her to keep those on.

I’d never had a lap dance, but I’d seen countless while working in Divine. I’d seen far worse in the brothel, but if Ilet my mind go there with Cassie in the frame, I’d come in my fucking jeans.

No, we’d start off slow.

She’d straddle me. Tip up my chin to kiss my cheek while commanding me to keep my hands on the back of the sofa. From her comment about wanting to learn, I guessed she had limited experience, which gave me the strangest sense of…what? Duty? Care? Red-hot fucking need?

Either way, she’d learn fast. Or I’d embarrass myself at the first touch. One or the other.

She’d want me naked, because this wouldn’t be a one-way show. She’d take from me as much as I was getting from her. I’d let her remove my shirt. Enjoy her hands sliding over my body. She’d make some quip about strong muscles.

Her touch alone made me hard. God only knew how I’d feel at her fingers reaching my waistband.

I groaned under my breath and repositioned myself on the floor.

From inside the room, Cassie made a sound.

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