Page 71 of Whatever Lola Wants

He slung an arm around her shoulders and pressed the button for the elevator. “What’re you going to give me if I cave?”

She pursed her lips. “I can probably think of something.”

They walked into her apartment, pizza—with anchovies—in hand. “That’s what you want? A blowjob?”

He set the pizza on the kitchen counter. “Yep. That’s my price. You don’t want to pay it, you’re going to have to get me a new pizza.”

Her eyes sparkled as she plunked her purse down next to the pizza. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. You can get a blowjob pretty much any time. Why waste a deal on something you already get?”

His smile was sharp and wicked. “This blowjob will be special.”

She narrowed her eyes, suspicious of the evil glint in his. “Okay, what are you up to?”

“Are you taking the deal?” he countered.

She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow. “I’d be a pretty bad lawyer if I took a deal without getting the details.”

He shook his head. “You’re going to have to trust me.”

She huffed out a breath. Sneaky Dom, bringing trust into it. “That’s a low trick.”

“Yeah, but it works.” He grinned and leaned back against the counter.

She wanted to throw the pizza at his head. But her panties were already getting damp, and damn him, he knew it. “The deal is a blowjob, right? That’s the only sex act you’re requiring I perform?”

“Anything else would be at your discretion.”

She almost snorted. If she was blowing him, she was going to want more. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to ask. “Where would this take place?”

He snorted when he realized where her mind had gone. “Here, in private. No spectators, no other participants. Just you and me, sweetheart.”

“Hmmm.” She considered him. He definitely had something up his sneaky sleeve, and he wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. The trouble was, she was already so turned on she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around what he might be thinking. Her cell phone chimed in her purse, signaling an incoming text, but she ignored it, her eyes narrowed on his. “My hard limits and safeword still apply.”

“Always,” he said immediately. His gaze was steady on hers, intense and probing. “Do you trust me?”

She threw suspicion aside and went with her gut. “I do.”

Heat flared in his gaze, heat and pleasure and something that looked like gratitude. Then he was yanking her into his arms, taking her mouth in a fierce kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, lifting her arms to wind around his neck and press herself closer as desire heated her blood. Her phone chimed again, the sound faint under the roaring in her ears as she wiggled closer, pressing her hips into his, and tried to take the kiss deeper. She moaned again, this time in frustration, when he broke away.

“Don’t try to distract me with that hot little pussy,” he chided. “I want my blowjob.”

She blinked. “Before pizza? Don’t you trust me to keep the deal?”

“Oh, I trust you, but I’m more horny than hungry.” He scooped the pizza off the counter and tucked it away in the fridge before swinging her up into his arms and heading down the hall to the bedroom. “We can heat up the pizza after.”

“Pizza never tastes right heated up,” she grumbled, just to be contrary, and earned a nip on her ear.

“Deal with it,” he suggested, and tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced on the mattress, stifling a giggle as she sat up and painted a scowl on her face. “I don’t believe manhandling me was part of the deal.”

“Baby,” he said with a grin, “you ain’t seen nothing yet. Strip.”

“Strip?” Her heart began to pound. “I don’t need to strip to suck your dick.”

“You do this time,” he countered, eyes glittering. “I told you. Special blowjob. Get naked.”

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