Page 24 of Sensual Games

“There you are.” He was on his way in from the balcony, phone in hand. The night breeze had tousled his dark hair, and he raked it back from his forehead. “I was going to send a search party for you if you didn’t come up soon. I thought maybe Brad cornered you.”

This again. “I’m starting to think you’re jealous.” I dropped my shoes on the floor and plopped onto the bed, flexing my feet and groaning.

“Please…” he snickered, “… he’s a douche.”

“A douche you were hanging around with earlier, or was that some other rich kid shooting pool over beers this afternoon?” I couldn’t help but laugh when he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a kid,” he growled out.

“That’s the part you take offense to?”

“Why would I be offended by being called rich? I am.” Leaning against the dresser, he folded his arms and eyed my bare feet. “You’re not a bad dancer. You should dance more often.”

I couldn’t keep up with the way his train of thought kept bouncing back and forth. “Thanks. I guess you aren’t a good dancer?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you didn’t dance, genius.”

Snickering, he said, “Not my thing. I would rather get a workout some other way, Poison.”

Damn. He didn’t even have to come out and be blatant about it. All it took was the slightest suggestive comment, and my body decided to stage a revolt. I would have to ignore my quickening pulse and the goose bumps that rose over my legs and arms. So what if my breath caught and my pussy went hot?

“Would you look at that.” He checked his obscenely beautiful watch, which, from the looks of it, cost a fortune, and his eyebrows shot up. “It’s been an entire three minutes, and we’re still getting along.”

“It must be all the endorphins from the dancing,” I suggested while my clit began to ache. He was here, only a few feet away, and I knew from experience how incredible he was. He obviously wanted this. I couldn’t betray myself and give in, could I?

His smirk turned to a full-blown and painfully sexy smile. “You want endorphins? I can give you some endorphins.”

“You have a one-track mind tonight, don’t you?”

Lowering his brow, he growled out, “I have a one-track mind every night.”

A shiver raced through me, and I’d swear my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Were we really doing this? “I don’t find that hard to believe.”Don’t do this. You work together. He’s kind of your boss.“If I didn’t know better, I would think you were so nice today just to get on my good side. Like you wanted to wear me down before you got me here tonight.”

Unfolding his arms, he stood up straight, placed his hands on his hips, and loomed over me. “I’m honestly disappointed.”

My stomach did a slow flip, and my toes practically curled. Dear God, was I actually considering lying back and letting him do whatever he wanted all because he now had that whole stern disciplinarian energy going on? I didn’t think those drinks were that strong. “It was only a joke,” I choked out. “Sorry.”

“Maybe I was trying to make it up to you after yesterday. Maybe I felt sorry for fucking around when you put so much work into this and care so much. You did a great job with this event, and it was a good idea.” One corner of his mouth quirked upward as he asked, “Though if I were deliberately doing this to get in your panties, would it work?”

“You are ridiculous.” And so was I, for that matter. Suddenly, I was way too aware of my dress riding up my thighs, my hardening nipples, and how damn thick his thighs were. And his hands, oh fuck. My skin craved the feel of them.

His dark eyes flashed. “And you are looking at me like you want me to take your clothes off with my teeth.”

My mouth went dry, not that I could talk anyway since my throat closed up until I could barely take a sip of air. My chest heaved from the effort of trying to breathe as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of me.

“Well, Poison?” he murmured, taking my left ankle in one hand, then pressing his thumb against my sore arch. I gasped, my body going stiff before melting because, damn, that was good.

“Well, what?” I whispered, shaky. I was on the edge of a cliff, and he was standing behind me, ready to push me over the edge.

“Do you or do you not want me to take your clothes off with my teeth? I mean, I can use my hands if you would rather.” His other hand encircled my ankle before he began sliding it up my calf. “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me all night. Watching me. Every time I found you in the crowd, you were already staring at me.”

“Your ego—” I sucked in another gasp when he stroked the inside of my knee.

I was gone.

I never had a chance of winning.

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