Page 105 of Taste of Addiction

“I’m also going to fuck you in the stairwell.”

“Okay…”

“And in the elevator.”

“Damn,” I mutter under my breath.

“There’s no part of you that I do not desire. Even in my sleep, I yearn for your touch. You infiltrate my conscious and unconscious thoughts. You have changed my life for the better and yet I still feel like the best is yet to come.”

“Graham,” I say, looking up into his eyes. “Every part of me craves you.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss along his jawline, until my lips settle on his. I pull back to look at him. “You make me want things I have never expected to want.” I continue making out with my man, as we run our hands up and down each other’s backs.

“If you want to keep your dress on, then you better start answering the question you keep refusing to answer.”

“Hmm?” I look up at him with confusion and take a few steps back if just to break our hold so I can think straight again.

He saunters closer, as I shuffle my feet to slide back away from him. But where am I going to run? I glance at the exit.

“I hope you decide to run,” he says, his voice gravelly. “Chasing you will be all the fun.”

“What was the question again?” Did he even ask a question? I can’t think or even remember. I prop my hands on my hips. “Maybe you didn’t even ask a question and are bluffing.”

He looks away and stifles a smile. At least he is entertained by me.

“You will forever be unpredictably amusing,” he comments, running a hand down the side of his face.

“Can you repeat the question that I am not quite sure you even asked?”

“What do I make you crave, Angela?”

I think about the question. “Maybe crave is too”—I pause—“generic.” I sigh.

“Care to explain?”

“You have awakened this sexual energy and drive inside me that was buried under years of self-hate. Maybe that is why I couldn’t achieve an orgasm on my own. Maybe that is why I chose the wrong guys. Probably was my way of coping with the fear of being happy. Then you came along, and all I can think about now is how we can get closer. Physically and emotionally. You make me crave having a future.”

“There’s more. Keep going.”

“I crave you bossing me around. Telling me what to do to please you, but in return, it really pleases me.”

“I’m a selfish bastard, Angie. So, trust me, it fucking pleases me too.”

“But I never thought I would like it.”

“Your body was waiting for me to command it, sweetheart. It was a gift to be your first.”

“You are such a contradiction. And I love it. But it confuses me. You say something so sinfully sexy and then call me sweetheart. It is like you can go from soft to hard within a breath’s time.”

“Does that make you wet? Do you love the anticipation of not knowing whether or not I will fuck you with witnesses or let you hold on to an ounce of your modesty? It excites you, doesn’t it? To know that I can take you when and how I want and your body is a prisoner to the pleasure that only I can give you.”

“Yes.”

“Take off your panties.”

I stare at Graham and then my eyes bolt over to the door where the waiter is going to come through at any minute with my coat and bag.

“Heed my warning. Hesitate again and I’ll video us in the act so you can watch yourself come later. I dare you to step out of line, because either way—I win.”

I swallow over his promise. My pussy clenches with need.

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