Page 51 of The Arrogant's Surrender

I take a step back. “Are you hungry?”

“What?” She looks back at me, confused.

“The chef prepared a meal for us. We can eat while we watch the sunset.”

“Do you do this often?”

“Eat? Always.”

She smiles, lighting up her entire face.

Damn. The woman is beautiful.

“I meant coming here, dining while the sun sets.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest, pushing her breasts up, making them even more tempting. “That’s the second joke you’ve made, Dr. Athanasios.”

“I never joke.”

This time, she steps closer.

That’s it, Brooklyn. Show me who you really are. I know there’s a naughty girl beneath that angelic face.

“You said you never lie. Or omit.”

“I’m not lying. And as for omissions—trust me, you’re not ready to hear what I’m thinking right now.”

“Try me,” she teases.

I search her face to make sure she knows what she’s asking.

I place my hand on her waist, under her sweater, and pull her closer. My lips brush her earlobe. “I don’t want to wait to have you. I’m holding back out of respect for what you’ve been through, and because of your age. But if I followed my instincts, Brooklyn, we’d already be in my suite downstairs. I want you naked and open. I want to taste you and hear you scream when you come on my tongue. I’ll make you beg for more.”

She’s trembling now, her hands gripping my forearms tightly. “More what? What will I beg for?” Her voice is hoarse, needy, and my cock hardens painfully.

“Deeper. Harder.”

“I don’t?—”

I don’t let her finish. I turn her back toward the sea, pressing my body against hers this time, tilting slightly to nestle my thick, swollen length between the cheeks of her ass.

“Oh, you will. You’ll scream as you come and beg for more. I’ll take you so many times that you won’t remember how it felt before I filled you completely.”

Her hand clutches the arm I have around her waist, her short nails digging into my skin.

I grind against her like some horny teenager, desperate to feel any part of her against me. Her hips push back, and I groan into her ear. “I see you, Brooklyn. You’re as hungry for me as I am to devour you. But nothing will happen until you admit what you need.”

“And what do I need?”

“My control. You want me to fuck you, but you also want me to take control in bed. You want to submit but are afraid to admit it.”

She continues to grind softly against my erection. “Only in bed? Is that all being with you means?”

“You already know the answer. I’m the same man in and out of bed. Now, just admit it.”

I lift her hair and nip her neck. She moans loudly, but at that exact moment, we hear footsteps.

“Dr. Athanasios, sorry to interrupt, but whenever you’re ready, dinner is prepared,” my chef, Juneau, announces.

I turn her in my arms. “What do you want?”

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