Page 16 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

His arm wrapped around her, preventing her from moving away. She shivered when his large hand splayed against her back. The fabric of her dress was so thin it was almost like he was touching her naked flesh. Monique started doing her Kegels.

Why? She had no idea. It just happened involuntarily, as if her pussy was getting ready to go to war.Tighten those inner walls. Release. Tighten those inner walls. Release.She stopped when his deep voice washed over her.

“Have a seat,” he told her, towering over her.

Hand still on her back, he stepped aside and nodded to the stool. She returned her gaze to him to thank him for being a gentleman. Yet, when she looked into his eyes, she didn’t see a gentleman. She saw a wolf. A hungry wolf. If she weren’t careful, he would devour her. That should scare her. It didn’t. It excited her.

“Thank you,” Monique whispered.

He leaned down. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Swallowing, Monique drew closer to his ear to whisper, “Thank you.”

He faced her, lips now inches away from hers.

“Don’t thank me for something I should do naturally,” he told her.

“Thanking you is the right thing to do,” she replied. “It’s what I’m supposed to do when someone does something nice for me.”

“Do you always do what you’re supposed to do?”

Yes.Instead, she said, “Not tonight.”

Turning her gaze from him, she allowed him to help her onto her stool. On the outside, she was feigning a calmness she wasn’t feeling on the inside. Her heart was racing so fast she could hardly breathe. But her once dormant inner vixen was cheering her on.It’s about damn time, her inner vixen chanted.

“I know, right,”Monique thought, essentially talking and replying to herself.

She didn’t feel crazy at all for doing so. During times like this, when she was trying to step out of her comfort zone, she had to be her own wing-man, well, wing-woman. Now seated on the stool, Monique faced forward and rested her hands on the bar counter.

Next to her stood Sin. That would be her name for him. He was a walking and breathing embodiment of all things wickedly sinful. Sin placed one hand on the back of her stool and theother next to hers on the countertop. Having his hand touch hers shouldn’t cause her to feel anything.

So why was her pussy humming the tune toFreak Me, Babyby Silk?Let me lick you up and down, til you say stop. Let me play with your body baby, make you real hot.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked.

She’d already reached her drinking limit.

“I’ll take a Coke,” Monique replied.

With a nod, he faced the bar. The bartender approached, and Sin placed his order for a Coke and a glass of Hennessey, both on ice. After the bartender walked away, Sin faced her.Those eyes. Monique tore her gaze from his to stare down at her hands. He tapped her finger. He might as well have tapped her clit, because it perked up. Moving slowly, she faced him again.

“You’re beautiful,” he complimented her.

She hadn’t expected that. Monique chuckled nervously. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she told him, “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Life is too short to waste time. But if you want me to beat around the bush instead of being straightforward, I will. What would you like me to do?”

Me.“I want you...” she paused.

His eyes widened. That hungry wolf look in his gaze intensified.

“To be straightforward,” she finished.

A slow smile spread across his face. Her inner vixen cheered. She was actually doing it. She was flirting.

Go, bitch,her inner vixen chanted.

“I’m going, bitch,”she chanted back.

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