Page 50 of Phantom Faceoff
“Even if my soul was dark—which, rude, it’s not—full disclosure, I am a sugar fiend.”
“Huh.” He leans back in his seat and lets his eyes roam over me. “Never would have guessed.”
I give him the same treatment and watch the red that rises in his cheeks. Then, I take another sip and clear my throat.
“And I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who gives up control. Most jocks I’ve met are the picture of toxic masculinity in the bedroom.”
Zander is silent for all of a minute before he barks out a laugh. “Ready to talk bedroom habits?” He folds his arms on the table and leans forward. “I’m flexible. Depends on what my partner needs. But no, I’ve never been … is submissive the right word?”
“Seemed pretty submissive to me.” It’s hard to forget the way he relaxed and caved into each simple touch. How easy he is to guide. “You follow your partners’ lead. That what you mean?”
He nods, picking at the remains of his sandwich. “It’s usually pretty easy to suss out what they expect from me. Whether they want me in charge or more of a level playing field.”
“And what do you think I want?”
I’d love to hear it, because even I’m not entirely sure I know.
Zander’s eyes grow alight with mischief. “I think you want someone to challenge you …Daddy.I think you want the illusion of a fight.”
Something in the words resonates with me, but I’m not ready to dig into it.
“Don’t call me that until we’ve talked about it.”
He makes a sweeping motion with his hands. “Let’s talk.”
Why does he have to be so infuriating?
“For starters,” I say, crossing my arms and leaning back. “It’s not a joke. You say it like it’s something to make fun of.”
His eyes widen, and his shoulders rise. “Seriously? No, I’m just … have you noticed how you react? When I say it?”
“You mean annoyed?”
My body reacts whole-heartedly, that much is obvious. It’s something I don’t have much control over.
“No. I mean …” He looks off to the side and bites down on his lip. “Even when I’m teasing—No, especially when I’m teasing—you look like you’re one step away from bending me over and spanking me.”
Punishments have never sounded appealing when it came to sex, but even I have to admit it’s a pretty sexy—and well deserved—image.
“So you keep it up because why? Youwantme to snap?”
His face says he wants to protest, but all that comes out of his mouth is a “huh”. He’s silent, eyes unfocused as his thoughts visibly wander. “Kinda. Yeah.”
“You’re a brat.” The words come out of my mouth automatically, and where some people might be offended, Zander just turns a dark red.
“Maybe I just really want you to kiss me again.”
So do I. It’s like a magnetic pull, the way I want to reach across the table and drag him over it. Pull him into my lap and obliterate every thought in his head other than how my tongue feels mixing with his.
“You’re thinking about it.” He grins. “Listen. You have your own personal reasons for having a Daddy kink—and I really want to hear the details there—but for me, it’s simple. It turns you on. I like being the one to turn you on.”
“But why?”
Instead of answering, Zander pushes up from his chair and walks around the table. I look up, and our eyes meet just as he grips the back of my chair and pushes it back.
My heart hammers in my chest, my skin prickling with the awareness of his arms brushing my shoulders, and my body rising to an inferno when he swings a leg over my lap and lowers himself down.
I catch my hands around his thighs and stop him from fully seating himself, earning me a chuckle.
