Page 31 of The Plus One Contract

A dare disguised as a boundary.

I exhale slowly, shifting in my seat before leaning in, closing the space between us.

She doesn’t move away.

She holds my gaze, just as she did last night when she climbed onto my lap, when she dragged her nails down my stomach, and whispered my name.

I lift my hand, taking her chin between my fingers, and tilt her face toward me. Her lips part, breath catching just enough for me to feel it.

The tension snaps tight between us.

I tip my head, dragging this out, testing her.

Then I whisper against her lips, “Remember how you sounded when I was buried inside you?”

Her breath stutters.

I hum, my thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. “How you gasped every time I got deeper.”

Her pupils blow wide.

“How you begged me to go harder. Faster.”

I drag my lips along her cheek, all the way to the shell of her ear.

“And how you came for me. Over. And over. And over.”

Her chest rises and falls, fast and uneven.

I pull back, watching her, drinking in the sight of her struggling to breathe, her body betraying her even as her mind fights it.

There it is.

A glimpse of the Sienna I took home last night.

The one who wasn’t overthinking.

Who wasn’t cautious.

Who just wanted.

Her lashes lower, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips before she leans in, so fucking slow, savoring the anticipation.

Now she’s the one to close the distance.

Her tongue drags up the side of my neck.

Fuck.

My hands tighten into fists as she bites my earlobe, then whispers, her breath hot against my skin, “You’re a businessman. You know how transactions work.”

I grip the chair, every muscle in my body strung tight.

She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, a wicked smile curving her lips.

“One week,” she murmurs.

My cock throbs, hard enough to make me see red.

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