Page 18 of Advantage Love

He leaned forward, his voice a rough growl. “We had a deal. Play only until it is over.”

“I think we should renegotiate,” I shot back, emboldened by the heat simmering in his gaze. ”We can still play, but it would be good to play a game for two.”

His eyes darkened further, his control slipping by the second. I bit back a smile, relishing the way his focus narrowed entirely on me.

“Like tonight,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m not wearing anything under this dress. Now, if I had a partner for me toplay with, he would be able to find that out for himself.”

That did it. Luke stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a sharp screech.

Before I could say another word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, his grip firm. The other diners turned to look, but I barely noticed.

Luke’s expression was a mix of frustration and something darker, something that made my pulse race.

“We’re leaving,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

“Where are we going?” I asked, though I already knew the answer, as I tried to smiling at finally winning.

He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. As he led me out of the restaurant, the cameras outside clicked furiously, capturing the moment. But for once, I didn’t care.

Because it was going to be worth it.

Chapter 13: Luke

The second we stepped out of the restaurant; my patience snapped. I could still hear her voice in my head, low and teasing, describing how she wasn’t wearing anything under her dress tonight.

Damn it, I was done pretending.

The cameras flashed as I pulled her toward the car, the media yelling questions I couldn’t be bothered to hear. All I could think about was getting her alone.

The valet scrambled to bring the car around, his wide eyes darting between me and Avery. I must’ve looked like a man possessed because he didn’t waste a second tossing me the keys.

“Get in,” I growled, yanking open the passenger door.

Avery slid inside, her green eyes bright as she smiled up at me.

She wasn’t scared or embarrassed—no, she looked thrilled. Like she knew exactly what she was doing to me and loved every second of it.

By the time I rounded the car and got behind the wheel, my blood was roaring, and my hands were tight on the steering wheel.

When I glanced at her and saw the way she was looking at me, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling a little too quickly, her thighs pressing together, I knew my restraint wasn’t going to last.

Not tonight.

I screeched out toward home, but the second we hit a red light, I shifted in my seat to face her.

“Pull your dress up,” I commanded, edged with the heat that had been building for weeks.

Her brows lifted, and a sly smile curved her lips. “What if someone sees?”

“They won’t.” I told her. “And even if they do, I don’t care.”

Her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she gathered the fabric of her dress and pulled it up her thighs, inch by inch.

Fuck.

The sight of her bare skin, soft, smooth, so close, made my self control shatter. I reached out, dragging her legs apart and running my hand up her inner thigh. She gasped, her body jerking slightly, but she didn’t stop me.

“You weren’t lying,” I murmured, my fingers brushing against the slick heat between her thighs.

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