Page 138 of By His Play

I shudder as he steps up to me and his warm breath washes over my neck and down my back.

“Oh god,” I breathe.

The room is so silent that the sound of the zipper climbing is almost deafening. Although, the moment he leans closer and whispers in my ear, he is the only thing I can focus on.

“Have you been a good girl for me?” he asks as his hand skims down my side, over my hip, and then cups me between my thighs, over the dress.

“Kieran,” I gasp as he presses against the toy, increasing the pressure on my clit and forcing it deeper inside me.

A groan rumbles deep in his throat as he teases me. But almost as soon as he’s discovered the toy, he releases me and takes a huge step back.

“Shoes on, Luck,” he commands.

I glance back over my shoulder and find him standing with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

“Uh…okay,” I whisper before doing as I’m told.

As soon as I’m ready, he takes my hand and leads me across the bedroom toward the door.

The thought of having to spend the evening surrounded by other people when the only one I want to spend time with is him makes my steps falter, but he doesn’t allow me to stop.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he says before pulling the door open.

But the hallway I was expecting to find on the other side isn’t there.

“Are we…are we in a suite?” I stutter as we walk into a huge living room. Beyond the massive cream couches there’s a dining table set for two in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city Grams loved so much.

“Just me and you, baby,” he says before leading me over to the table and pulling out my chair.

“W-why?” I ask.

“Why not?”

I watch as he pulls out the chair opposite, his eyes on me the whole time.

“It’s our last night. I thought we should do something special.”

“You know I don’t need all this,” I say, gesturing to the over-the-top hotel suite.

“Maybe not. But you deserve it.”

I shake my head.

This is a man who claims he doesn’t do romance.

This is?—

“I’ve got something for you,” he says, lifting a small black box above the table and holding it between us.

“I think you’ve already done enough. The dress, the shoes, the?—”

“Toy?” he adds with a wiggle of his brows.

My cheeks burn red hot, and I wriggle on my chair.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I bite down on my bottom lip.

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