Page 58 of Tamed By You

“Unless you aren't interested, then that's cool, I just…”

“No, no, it’s just that I don't really do the dating thing.”

“Can I have the chance to change your mind?” He gives me a pleading look.

Before I can answer, Harry swoops in taking my hand in his. “Sorry to interrupt. Ali, a word. The hosts need to ask us about something for tomorrow.” His tone is clipped.

“Excuse me,” I say to Brett. He nods, but Harry is already dragging me through the sea of people.

“Hey, where are we going?”

He doesn't say anything, his grip tightening on my hand. “In here,” he demands, opening a door and ushering me in.

It’s a small bathroom decorated in a floral wallpaper. With a large vanity on one side and the toilet on the other, there’s not much space for two people in here.

“What's the matter with yo—”

“You aren't going on a date with him.” His voice is almost a growl.

My eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“I said you aren't going on a date with him.”

“I’m sorry. Since when do you get to tell me who I can and cannot date?” I ask, challenging the gaze he has boring into me, which ignites a fire in my belly. I had no plans to go on a date with Brett, but where does he get off telling me what to do.

“Since now.” He moves closer and I step back until my back hits the wall.

“You don't get to tell me what to do. I’m not yours.”

“See now, that’s where you’re wrong. I think you are mine. You’re just scared to admit it.”

“I’m not yours,” I hiss. “Jesus, why don’t you just drag me back out there caveman style and pee on me to mark your territory while you’re at it?”

“I will, if I have to. I have no problem claiming you in front of everyone.” His words make me falter. Taking in a shaky breath, suddenly his proximity has me heating.

“We are just fuck buddies, nothing more.” My voice sounds weaker than I’d like.

“I think we can both agree, we are a little more than that.”

His mouth is now inches from mine, his thick thigh pressing in between my legs and my traitorous body welcomes the pressure it's causing.

“No, we’re not,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

“So, it’s not my name you scream when my cock is buried inside you?”

I begin to pant, his thigh moves, raising my dress and rubbing against my clit, forcing a whimper to escape my lips.

“It’s not my fingers that your pretty little cunt tightens around when they thrust inside you, no?”

His lips graze the shell of my ear, his scent so intoxicating I want to consume him. A little moan escapes me as his thigh moves in small circles in between my legs and my hips move on their own accord, grinding down on him. This is too much. I need to get out of here. I started this stupid game and now I need to end it before I lose all my restraint.

“We should go,” I pant.

“Go where, baby… here?” His voice low and gravelly, making my clit throb with need for him. He presses an open mouth kiss to that sensitive spot between my collarbone and neck. My eyes flutter close, and I bite down on my lower lip,

“Or here?” He runs his tongue along my decollete, dipping in between my cleavage, sucking on the skin.

I gasp, pressing my breasts into him, welcoming the heat of his tongue on my tingling skin.

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