Page 34 of Whatever Lola Wants

He looked into her face, amusement battling with the heat that had been lurking in her eyes all night. Hell, it had been there Saturday night, when their eyes had met across the room after her scene. Heat and lust and something just a little dangerous.

“I’m sorry my building security isn’t up to Big Dick Hastings’ standards.”

He knew she called him that to work him, knew it was deliberate. The best thing he could do was ignore it.

Fuck that.

“When are you going to stop calling me that?”

She tilted her head, the sparkle in her eyes making them shine. “What? Big Dick Hastings?” She batted her lashes. “Why, when it stops pissing you off, of course.”

He fucking knew it. “I want you to stop now.”

She regarded him silently for a moment, lips pursed as though in consideration. “No.”

His mind had gone blank. Unsurprising, since most of his blood had rushed to his dick. “What?”

“No. I don’t want to stop calling you that. It’s fun for me, and I don’t think it really hurts your feelings.” Her gaze grew speculative. “Does it?”

His gaze narrowed. “It pisses me off.”

She smiled.

“I could make you.”

She laughed. “How?”

Bend you over my knee, spank that tight little ass until it glows like a stoplight. He bit the words back and bared his teeth in a snarl.

Her laugh this time was knowing. “If you think that’ll make me stop, you don’t know me very well.”

He tamped down the urge to snatch her up and kept his hands in his pockets. “I don’t, do I? Had no idea you were kinky, for example.”

“Mmm.” She mimicked his pose, tucking her hands into the pockets of her smart capri pants. “I knew you were, the first time I saw you.”

“The day you smashed Grant’s balls.” A flash of shared amusement passed between them before he remembered what she’d said. “How?”

“How did I know you were kinky?” She shrugged. “When you’re a submissive—or even just an occasional bottom—you learn to recognize the signs.” She smiled at his look of surprise. “Doms always think they’ve got a lock on reading body language, voice inflection, etcetera, but trust me. Submissives are more subtle, but spend much time in the scene and you get to develop some pretty good Dom-radar.”

Her smile widened. “And being a switch, I’ve got both.”

Before he could answer, she was strolling away. “So. Since you can’t do what you’d really like to do to get me to stop calling you Big Dick Hastings—” she shot a look over her shoulder that said she knew exactly what he’d been thinking— “maybe we can settle it another way.”

His eyes tracked her movements as she walked to the sofa. “How’s that?”

She leaned her weight against the end of the sofa and gave it a shove, maneuvering it so it was against the wall, out of the way. “I’ll make you a bet. If you win, I stop calling you Big Dick Hastings.” She grinned, wide and wicked. “At least out loud.”

His eyes narrowed, watching her move to one of the side chairs, shoving it over so it sat next to the sofa. “And if you win?”

“If I win,” she said with a small grunt as she shoved the other chair over to rest next to its mate. “Then I get to top you.”

He barked out a laugh. “Honey, if you think I’m going to let you stick needles in me, you are drunk.”

“Doesn’t have to be needles,” she said mildly. “It’s not my only topping skill.”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a top, a Dom. I don’t bottom.”

She paused, bent over, in the middle of pushing the coffee table to join the other furniture against the wall. He forced himself not to get distracted by the firm curve of her ass.

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