Page 40 of Promiscuous Lies

“I want to taste you again,” he states, but his tone is a mixture of that earlier frustration and barely-there discipline to not touch me without permission.

I go to speak, but my mouth closes again.

I’ll regret it, won’t I? Nothing good can come from submitting to a man like this, but fuck me, how I want to.

I can’t look away, and as I stare into his eyes, all the memories of that night come flooding back. I was drunk then, but I’m not now. I’m dead sober, and yet the electricity crackling between us feels the same.

“I think I can arrange that,” I whisper, shocked by my honesty. His blue eyes darken, and this time, his frustration is replaced by voracious lust. His gaze is so intense that I’m certain I’m going to crumble beneath it. But, fuck, is he good with his mouth. My gaze dips to his lips.

“Good. Tonight?”

Amy said she could stay all night since I haven’t used her much lately. She’ll also be looking after Bentley tomorrow because I’ve made other plans. So, I could go with him tonight, but what will that mean? Will our dynamic change more than it already has? And will I be okay with that?

I know it might ruin me, and his tendency to dominate might kick up a level. Or he might get bored of me once he has another taste, and I can just get a wild fucking night out of it. The risk is high, but I’m not thinking straight when my body is screaming for his cock.

“Just a taste?” I whisper.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me tighter against him. His mouth lowers to within a breath of mine as he says, “No. The whole fucking thing. Top to bottom, with my mouth, then my fucking cock. And you will take it all.”

“Will I?” I question, not able to look away from his lips.

“Yes. And you’ll enjoy it.”

“The possibility is there,” I reply with a tilt of my head.

He smirks, and before I can say another word, he leans down and touches my lips gently with his, no tongue, just his lips. They’re soft and firm at the same time as he applies pressure. And just before I can push for more, his lips disappear, and he pulls back.

“First taste complete.”

Motherfucker. When did this dominant fucker turn into a little tease?

“Here in your office?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not here because the noises you’re about to make will make anyone think I’m killing you. Let’s go. I live close by.”

“To your house?” Surely not. I don’t like the idea of anyone thinking I’m being treated differently than them, even though it’s true at the moment. But also, I’ll do whatever is necessary to better my situation and Bentley’s when an opportunity presents itself. Me fucking the boss is an entirely different matter. I almost wish Dutton was a middle-aged, balding man because it would be much easier to say no to him.

“Do you have an issue with that?”

“I just…”

“It’s okay, Posie. I’ll make sure your body remains intact. Well, mostly.” He grins as he backs up, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the door.

CHAPTER 20

Dutton

Her hand is small and soft in mine, except for the few calluses on her palm from gripping the pole. The only reason I’m holding her hand is because I’m afraid that at any moment, she might change her mind and run.

She’s like a scared cat, ready to scamper away at any second, and I’m not taking any chances this time. Before we reach the exit, Hawke cuts us off. His gaze moves to Posie before sliding back to me.

“You’re leaving already?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“You suck at guys’ nights,” he accuses, shaking his head before he turns to Posie. “Did he at least tip you?”

She shrugs. “Could have been better.”

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