Page 62 of Promise Me Forever

“Drake James, are you fishing for compliments? Because you are so not fat, and I can’t imagine you ever will be. But even if you were…”

“Even if I were?”

“Well, even if you were, you’d still have your magic tongue, wouldn’t you?” I blush as I say it but force myself to meet his eyes.

His pupils flare, and he growls, “You’re really becoming quite forward, Miss Ryder.”

“I know,” I say, laughing. “I’m different when I’m with you. It’s not just a Scarlet or Amelia thing. It’s all of it. The way you make me feel. The confidence you give me. I like the new me.”

“So do I. Though I do think the new you is a little on the bratty side. I suspect she needs tying up and punishing.” He arches an eyebrow at me, and his words go straight to my core.

I feel a familiar little throb between my legs, a pulsing heat that tells me I’m interested. “Hmmm. Maybe she does.”

He takes hold of my face, one big hand on either side, and kisses me so thoroughly that I’m dizzy when he lets me go. It’s lucky I’m sitting down. “There are so many things I want to do with you, Amelia.”

“Like what?” I ask, looking up at him from beneath my eyelashes.

“Like tying you up and spanking your bratty little ass. Maybe doing something else with it too.” He squeezes my ass cheek hard.

Does he mean…? “Drake!” I say, shocked. Shocked but unexpectedly thrilled at the prospect.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, mi rosa?” he asks, his lips quirked up in a half-smile, his eyes blazing. He tugs his hoodie down over his groin, and I know what’s going on in those sweatpants. An enormously hard cock is what’s going on, and it’s all for me.

“No,” I reply quietly, forcing myself to meet his eyes even though I’m nervous.

His gaze runs over my lips. “You’re trembling, Amelia. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do it right now. I’m not going to do it at all if you don’t want me to.”

I suck on my teeth and snuggle closer into his embrace. Who am I kidding? Of course I want him to. “I want to try everything with you, Drake. Everything. I mean, you tried Mario’s exploding donut balls for me.”

“I don’t think Mario’s exploding donut balls are in quite the same category of experimentation as light bondage and anal, baby, but I like your spirit.” He brushes his fingertips over my cheeks. “I can’t fucking wait to explore it all with you. We just need to make sure we always communicate, okay? Let me know if you need something I’m not giving you.”

I can’t imagine ever needing anything that this man can’t provide, but I nod. “I will.” We spent too long apart because we weren’t communicating properly, and I don’t want that to happen again. In that vein, I should probably ask him what’s been on my mind all morning. “Would you stay over again tonight? I mean you don’t have to, it’s just… It would be really nice if you could.” The thought of him leaving is already making me sad, and I can’t bear the idea of saying goodbye when we’ve only just said hello.

He’s silent for a few moments, and I think I’ve blown it already. I curl into myself, anticipating his rejection. “I can’tbear the thought of being away from you tonight, mi rosa,” he replies eventually. “I was just trying to figure out some logistics. I do have some work I need to do, and I’m not sure I want to buy more of my clothes from Mr. Aziz’s Mini-mart.”

“Why not? They suit you.” He gives me a “yeah, right” look, and I carry on. “I’ll come back to your hotel with you instead if you prefer. Or you could work from my apartment, and I’ll take your shirt and suit to the laundromat.”

The shocked look on his face is a picture. Suits like his require expert cleaning, but I enjoy pushing his buttons so much. “The laundromat?”

I swallow a laugh. “Uh, yeah. It’s a place where normal people wash their clothes.”

“I know what a damn laundromat is, you cheeky minx. But that suit is bespoke Armani. Dry-clean only.”

Unable to contain my laughter any longer, I let out a very unattractive snort that makes him laugh too. “Some secretary I turned out to be, huh?” I say, my eyes wide with fake innocence.

He hums softly. “You have other skills. I especially liked that thing you did with your mouth this morning. Fuck, how the hell am I going to keep my damn hands off you now? It’s going to be even harder at work.”

I slip my hand along his thigh. “So far, it’s been hard everywhere.”

“Can’t help it. I can’t get enough of you, and neither can my cock. And that’s fine everywhere else, but in the office? There’s no way I can cope with seeing you every day and not fucking you. How will I look at you in your sexy little outfits?—”

“I do not wear sexy little outfits.”

“That, baby, is in the eye of the beholder—you always look sexy to me. I’ve been fantasizing about that wrap dress of yours for way too long. You, the dress, my desk. Me, balls-deep in yourtight wet pussy. Choking you with those strings of pearls. Fuck, keeping this a secret is going to be impossible.”

I’m feeling a little short of breath after that speech, and my pulse is pounding away in time with the throbbing in my core. His fantasies have become mine too.

“Unless you want to tell everyone?” he asks. “And not only because I want to fuck you over my desk, but because I want to make this work, mi rosa. So, whatever you need…”

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