Page 29 of Hate the One You're With
“What?” I ask, taken aback.
“Yeah, you sound like one of those cheesy villains from aSaturday morning cartoon—you just need the laugh and the evil cat to pet while you try to take over the world. Very un-SEAL-y of you,” she says, clearly enjoying herself.
“Un-SEAL-y isn’t a word,” I reply, exasperation creeping into my voice. Dealing with her is exhausting, and I can feel the tension in my shoulders.
“I just hope you know how to handle Langley Media and that you’re nice to the people who work for me,” she continues, her tone bright and annoyingly optimistic. “Everything you’re getting has a purpose, so I hope you’re smart enough to know how to use it all. I’ll have Jane, my assistant, send you all the details about our living arrangements. The sooner we move in, the better. Make sure to send the papers to Jane—and add a note or maybe clause to your six-month living arrangement.”
“What clause?” I ask, confusion setting in.
“You’ll swear to stay at least two feet away from me at all times,” she says, her voice carrying a mischievous edge, like she’s daring me. “No touching me, and definitely no PDA.”
“What?” I say, caught completely off guard by her demand. I can practically see the smirk on her face through the phone.
“You heard me. Two feet. Every time you break that rule, you lose something from my inheritance,” she adds, sounding far too smug for her own good. “A kiss might cost you the company . . . actually, let’s add your assets to the deal, baby. Your finger goes inside my tight little cunt, and you’ll pay dearly for it.”
The thought of her tight cunt sends a surge of heat straight to my groin. Even over the phone, the effect she hason me is undeniable. I can already feel myself hardening just from her words, and I know this ridiculous challenge is going to be pure torture. How the hell am I supposed to stay two feet away from her when all I can think about is everything I want to do to her?
My mind races, imagining the things I’d usually do—how I’d pull her close, kiss her until she’s breathless, tease her until she’s trembling, and make her beg for more. The way her body responds to me, the way she melts under my touch, it’s all I can think about. And now she’s putting a price on it?
Her voice, teasing and confident, comes through the line, clearly enjoying the power she holds over me. But I can’t help the thrill that runs through me at the challenge. It’s going to be hell, but the reward . . . the reward will be worth every second of restraint.
“Two feet?” I repeat, my voice low, the frustration evident even through the phone. “You’re really going to make this difficult for me, aren’t you?”
She laughs, the sound light and teasing. “That’s the idea, baby. Let’s see how well you can control yourself.”
I lean back, gripping the phone tighter with one hand, while the other drifts down to the hard length straining against my jeans. I can’t help but palm myself, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through me as I think about her, about everything I want to do to her.
“Oh, I can control myself,” I murmur, my voice low and laced with heat. “But without touching, you’ll be the one desperate for my cock, sweetheart. You’ll be imagining it, thick and hard, stretching your tight little cunt until you can’t take it anymore.”
Her breath catches on the other end of the line, and I can practically hear her heartbeat quicken.
“Just think about it,” I continue, my tone dripping with filth as I grip myself tighter, the friction making it harder to stay composed. “How good it feels when my cock fills your mouth, the way you can barely take all of me, but you love trying, don’t you? How wet you get just from the thought of me fucking you, slow at first, then harder, deeper, until you’re begging me to let you come.”
I stroke myself through the fabric, the pleasure building as I imagine her lips around me, the way she moans when I thrust deep into her mouth. Her breathing changes, that subtle hitch telling me I’m getting to her.
“And when I finally do touch you, you’re going to be so wet, so ready, that you’ll be begging for more. You’ll be desperate to feel me inside you, to have me pound into you until you can’t think of anything else but how good it feels.”
I can hear her breathing become more erratic, and I know she’s as affected as I am, fighting to keep control. But I’ve already got her exactly where I want her.
“So, go ahead,” I add, my voice dark and tempting as I press harder against my cock, the need for her almost overwhelming. “Keep your distance. But every time you close your eyes, you’ll be thinking about my cock—how much you want it in your mouth, your cunt, how much you need it. And when you finally can’t take it anymore, you’ll come crawling back to me, begging for it.”
There’s silence on the other end of the line, but I can hear her breathing—soft, uneven, telling me everything I need to know. My hand tightens around my cock, the pressure sendingwaves of pleasure through me, but I won’t let myself go. Not yet. The tension is almost unbearable, my body screaming for release, but I force myself to hold back, to savor this moment of control.
I’ll save that for later, when I’m alone in the shower, water pouring over me, imagining the way she’d moan my name, her voice echoing off the tiles as I fuck her harder, faster, until she’s begging me to let her come.
“Em,” I murmur into the phone, my voice thick with need, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me. I’m so fucking hard right now, thinking about the way I’d take you in the shower, your body slick and wet, begging for me to go deeper.”
There’s still silence on her end, but her breathing tells me everything I need to know. She’s feeling it too, that same desperate need that’s tearing me apart.
“But I won’t,” I continue, my voice low and rough. “You don’t deserve my cock, baby. Only good girls do, and you’ve been a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get to come. Bad girls get punished. If you think you’re punishing me by not letting me touch you, you’re wrong. You’ll want it, you’ll beg for it, but you’ll never have me again.”
The words hang heavy in the air, the tension between us palpable. I release my grip on my cock, the tension thrumming through my body as I force myself to pull back, to wait. The ache is unbearable, but the anticipation only makes it sweeter. I know that when the time comes, it’s going to be explosive.
“Keep dreaming, Romeo. I don’t need your cock—there are toys better suited for my needs,” she snaps back, her voice sharp. “Now, if that’s all, I have work to do.”
I chuckle, knowing she’s trying to sound indifferent, buther uneven breathing gives her away. I can almost picture her, fingers slipping between her legs as she tries to satisfy herself, probably thinking about what I just said. But I’ll let this one go—for now.
“I’ll have Jane send you an email with all the details. In fact, anything you have to say to me, say it to her. I’m heading back home,” she adds, casually brushing off my attempt to regain control.
