Page 62 of Dark Horse

“I had shorts on then.” I hesitate.

“There’s no one but me watching now.” I look around the room because I know he has security throughout the hotel. “No cameras in here. This is for private meetings only. I wouldn’t let anyone else see.”

I spread wider, and he pushes my dress up my thighs to give him a better view.

“We might not get along well on any other front, but on this part, we’re a match made in hell. The way you like being watched, and I like watching. Touch yourself for me.” His eyes meet mine with the dare, and I slip my hand between my legs to do what he’s asking.

“I like watching too.”

“I know you do. But you like watching me watch you even more. You like having my attention however you can get it. Don’t you?” His hands go to the inside of my knees and nudgethem farther apart. “You can have every man’s attention in the bar, but if it’s not mine, it’s not good enough.”

“I don’t know. That one with the curly red hair and the sweet drawl. He wasn’t bad. I bet he would have been eager.” I’m only joking with him, and he knows it. He still makes an unimpressed grunt and sinks lower on the stool to watch me as my fingers tease over my clit.

“How many guys do you think spend their nights fantasizing about you?”

“After a night at the bar? I don’t know. Not many. I imagine most of those guys go home with someone.”

“Someone they’re wishing was you, and if it’s not, the next night they’re tugging on their little dicks imagining you spitting into their mouths. Dozens I bet. And that’s before we even get to your subscriber list. I bet there’s one of them getting off right now on their break at work imagining the sounds you make.”

“I think you’re exaggerating, but I like the way jealousy sounds on you.” I taunt him as I slip two fingers inside and close my eyes, imagining they’re his. I need his hands on me, but I’m too interested to see where this fantasy of his is headed.

“I was. I would be.” His eyes are glued to my hand, watching how wet I’m getting, and his tongue slides over his lower lip. I’d kill to have him take a taste of me right now. Watching him watch me is like a drug. “But then I figured it out.”

“What’s that?” I ask softly, distracted by the way the tension in my nerves pools lower and lower with each pass of my fingers.

“They imagine you. But you? You imagine me.” His eyes dart up to meet mine. “I’m the guy who crawls into your head every night. The one you imagine with his hands all over your body, whispering his wicked, fucked-up thoughts in your ear. I’m the one you need. Because you don’t want to be some guy’sfantasy on a pedestal, you want someone to be the real deal. You crave it—hate fucked, tied down, and used up. The way I tried to push you over the edge with my demands, the rope, the orders, all the things I thought might set you straight, but youlikeit.”

I scoff, but I can’t bring myself to argue with him. Just listening to him say it has me getting wetter by the second.

“Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes.” It’s a breathless confession, but truth all the same.

“And I’m the only one you think has a chance in hell of living up to your needs.” He points out the obvious for his own satisfaction.

“So fuck me and put me out of my misery. Put yourself out ofyourmisery. You’re not saving all those photos out of the goodness of your heart to save me from myself. You want them.” I hold his gaze with my own and watch the war play out behind the blue depths.

TWENTY-FOUR

GRANT

I’ve never been more temptedin my life. The only thing that stops me in this moment is that I want to edge the fuck out of her. I want her so desperate for my cock when I finally fuck her that nothing else on earth will come close. All my other concerns, the part of my brain that thinks critically, has fucking left the building. I’m just thankful I still have a razor-thin margin of control when I need it. Enough to show her how tight I can hold the reins for both of us.

“No.”

She lets out a soft frustrated sigh and closes her eyes, her hand dropping from its work between her thighs, glistening and wet from the way she’s been working herself up for me.

“But don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not gonna waste a drop.” I take up her hand and kiss her fingertips. “You’re gonna imagine we’re still in your bar, with all your college boys watching you come the way you need it. You’re gonna finish yourself off on my tongue.”

Her eyes open again and slip down to watch me as I make a tentative swipe of my tongue over her clit. I grab her thigh and prop her leg over my shoulder so I have better access. Her lips curl at the corner with anticipation, and I take another long lick of her, teasing her clit and tracing over her piercing before I work my way down again.

“I wish they could all watch you do this.” She moans softly as I start to work her over with my tongue. “Especially all those girls who look at you like they want to fuck you right there in the bar. Imagine how jealous they’d be right now.” Her fingers explore my scalp, weaving between the strands of my hair as she rocks her hips up to meet my mouth.

“They’d be so disappointed to have to go home with one of those boys instead of you,” she continues, and I love the way she sounds when she talks like this. Her voice has a honey-like quality to it—thick and just that little bit raspy.

I suck gently on her clit, and there’s a series of soft curses and gasps.

“If I’d known you could use your tongue like this…” Her voice fades to a soft moan, and her fingers drift down the back of my head to my neck, where her nails scrape slowly over my skin. “Fuck, you eat like one of those desperate cowboys who’s been out on the trail too long.”

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