Page 53 of Promise Me Forever

“W-what?”

His free hand skates over my ass and down the outside of my thigh. He tugs at the fabric of my dress, pulling it higher. “Are. You. Wet?” He punctuates each word with a kiss on my neck that has me squirming.

“N-no,” I lie.

He smirks, his deep brown eyes twinkling as he pulls my dress higher. “Shall we see about that?”

I press my back flat to the door. I should say no. I should shove him away and run. I’m not the kind of woman who lets a man slide his hand between her legs on a fire escape outside of an upscale Manhattan restaurant while my date waits for me at our table. Except I don’t say no. I don’t slap him and I don’t run, because my body is screaming yes. When his fingertips brush over the fabric of my panties, my body wins out and I whimper shamelessly.

I feel him smile against my skin. He knows he’s won, but I’m too far gone to care. He tugs my panties to the side and runs a thick finger through my center. He groans. “You lied to me, Amelia. You’re fucking soaked.”

Embarrassment heats my cheeks. I close my eyes and drop my head back against the door with a soft thud. “Oh god.”

He rests his lips against the shell of my ear, his warm breath dusting over my neck. “Is this all for me? Don’t lie to me again.”

I screw my eyes shut. “Yes, Drake. It’s all for you.”

He chuckles darkly before inching the tip of his finger inside me. “That’s my good girl.” My eyes fly open, and I grab onto his forearm, holding him still. We can’t do this here. Someone could come out at any second and find us. He arches a dark eyebrow. “You want me to stop? Or do you want me to make you come while your date’s checking out the dessert menu and wondering where you are?”

I swallow, loosening my grip on his arm, and he sinks a little deeper inside me. Oh god, why does everything he does to me feel so good? My legs tremble. He runs his nose over my neck, growling when he inhales. “What’s it to be, Amelia?”

“D-don’t stop,” I murmur.

He groans and seals his lips over mine at the exact same time he sinks his finger all the way inside me. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sounds, stealing the breath from my lungs while pleasure coils deep in my abdomen.

My head is spinning, and I feel like I’m going to pass out, gulping for air when he eventually breaks our kiss. “W-wait, are there cameras out here? What if someone?—”

“There are no cameras. Trust me.” He adds a second finger and rubs his thumb knuckle over my clit, making my legs buckle as sensations swoops through me. Resting his forehead against mine, he says, “I’d never let anyone see you like this. So fucking desperate for me.”

“Am not,” I protest, even as I snake my arms around his neck and grind into his fingers.

“Yeah you are. But make no mistake—I’m just as fucking hungry for you, mi rosa. If I had any protection with me, I’d be balls-deep in your wet cunt right now.”

Oh. My. God. That’s it. My panties just melted. “You have the dirtiest mouth.” I breathe out the words.

He buries his head into my neck and hums against my skin. “You remember what else this mouth can do though, right?”

Hell yes, I do. Euphoria shuttles through my body as he drives his fingers deeper inside me, all the time massaging my clit so expertly that I’m already hurtling toward oblivion. I fist my hands in his shirt, gripping tight as my climax builds to a crescendo, washing over me and threatening to take me under its swell. But he keeps me on the edge, never quite letting me tumble over it. He wraps a hand around the base of my throat,his forehead still pressed against mine as he talks me through it. “That’s my girl. Let go for me. Soak my fingers.”

“Drake, please,” I whimper.

“I wish I could get my mouth on you right now.” He sinks deeper, curling the tip of his finger and rubbing a spot deep inside me that has my orgasm slamming into me with the force of a freight train. My eyes squeeze closed. My chest heaves as I try to drag in a breath, and I bury my head in his shirt to muffle the sounds of pleasure that are coming from my mouth. My knees tremble and my body sags, trapped between him and the door.

Drake pulls back, his gaze still locked on mine. He lifts the fingers he just had inside me to his lips and places them in his mouth. My throat works nervously as I watch him suck them clean, murmuring carnal sounds of satisfaction as he does. He releases them with a wet pop and grins wickedly. “Best pussy I ever tasted.”

The heat from my cheeks races down my neck. I can’t believe we just did that. In a stairwell. I can’t believe I let him take all my control.

“I h-have to get back to my…” I press my lips together, not wanting to say the word because it makes this seem even more wrong.

Drake’s brow furrows, and he quickly fixes my dress, all traces of humor now gone. He takes my purse from the ground and presses it into my hand. “Go tell your date you’re leaving. My car is outside. Constantine will take you home.”

I am a shaking wreck, and I don’t especially want to go back inside that restaurant and carry on with my date anyway—but that’s not the point. How dare he order me around. How dare he play with me like this. I am not a toy put on this planet for Drake James’s amusement.

“You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t date.”

He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides just enough to restrict my blood flow. I should hate it, but of course I don’t. “You have two options, Amelia. You can have my driver take you home, or you can sit back down with that jackass out there while your cum, the cum thatIpulled from you, soaks your panties. And if he so much as grazes you with a fingertip, I will follow him home and break the hand he put on you. AndthenI’ll send him to Chicago.”

Surely he’s not serious. Would he actually hurt Jacob just for daring to be my date? Why the hell does he even care so much?

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