Page 38 of Make You Mine

Biting the silky material.

Unzipping the gold metal zipper.

Practically tearing it from her body.

The bartender interrupts the moment. Greeting his new guest, he offers her a drink.

“Thank you. I’ll take a chardonnay.”

He leans in, trying his best not to let me see the way he’s admiring her.

“Would you like to see our wine list, or do you know of a specific brand you like?”

“I’m easy to please. Surprise me.” I know her flirtatious tone is to fuck with me.

This is a fun game we used to play. Meet in the hotel bar, pretend to be strangers until we go up to the room and become highly acquainted with one another.

Back then, it started out as a way for us to eat somewhere besides room service but still keep enough distance between us, that if anyone saw her, they could never confirm she was with me. Over time, it became sexy and fun, a challenge we both got off on.

“Don’t forget I kill men these days,” I growl under my breath when he winks and walks away.

Ashley smirks, and then mars her face in fake confusion. “Excuse me, sir. I didn’t catch that.”

Ignoring her question, I ask, “What’s your name?”

She raises her eyebrow. The sass just makes her even more tempting.

“So fucking tempting, baby,”my eyes say back.

“Maggie…but my friends call me Ashley.” She offers me her hand, biting her lip before smiling coyly.

My mind can’t help but think of the way that mouth can open and that pretty sleek jaw can go slack while I….

The ring I feel when I take her hand in mine is like pouring ice on that thought.

Ashley must notice my expression, breaking the sexy moment between us.

Her voice turns to a whisper, eyes trying to bore into mine. “You know I hate it too. I just can’t take a chance.” She shakes her head.

I nod in understanding. Not wanting to lose the fun of our tryst, I shake off that thought.

Rubbing my finger over her ring, I tell her, “He’s a lucky son of a bitch, whoever he is.” I pretend to look around. “And a dumb son of a bitch for letting you out of his sight.”

Understanding that I’m using this as a part of our game, Ashley’s pupils dilate, and I keep going.

“Especially in that dress. He would want to kill me if he knew the thoughts running through my mind right now.”But I’ll kill him first, and I can’t fucking wait.

“Sorry I shouldn’t be so forward,” I say, taking another sip of my drink.

“No, I like it…maybe even love it,” she admits, shifting a little in her seat.

Her newest admirer walks back over, chardonnay in hand. “This is our best seller; I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Ashley makes a show of taste-testing the wine. The way her fingers wrap around the stem of the glass has my cock growing in my slacks.

“Delicious,” she almost purrs, licking her lips, and now I want to kill the man behind the bar for the fantasies he just conjured up from that little scene.

But I also love seeing this sassy, spunky side of her. Full of confidence and sexual energy like she was before. It proves her resilience, showing he hasn’t taken everything from her. Ashley exudes sex appeal so effortlessly, and she always knew it. Knowing she wanted me and only me made me feel like the most powerful man in any room back then. Still does.

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