Page 34 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

“What are you going to do?” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire and challenge. “Pull up my dress, turn me around, and fuck me against this wall?” Her other hand patted the wall behind her. Need punctuated each word as the sentence came out with a tremble, slow and controlled yet breathless.

I groaned. The way the expletive flowed so freely from her lips should have been illegal. I wasn’t used to that side of Kandace. She was always demure and fun. Her sweetness and innocence caught my attention, but the naughty brat side of her made me lose control.

I leaned my forehead onto hers and pushed my hips forward, trapping her against the wall.

“Now or later, Kandace. You will be mine.”

Kandace

Heavenly Father, please give me the strength to fight off this temptation. I promise to attend church service every Sunday. Not bedside Catholic, but at a real brick-and-mortar cathedral. I promise to dress like a chaste nun. I will do anything to stop this slow torture.

Chadwick’s behavior stunned me, and that was putting it mildly. I had thought we would play games with each other until he grew bored and moved on to the next flavor of the week. I hadn’t prepared myself for the moment that he would take our innocent flirting to the next level.

He had me backed against a wall. Literally and figuratively.

I stood there with the palms of my hands pressed against his solid chest as he pushed his hardening cock against my hip. The unexpected move made me gasp. With my eyes closed, my head fell back. A low growl hinted that his pleasure with my response.

I licked my lips at the licorice scent of the absinthe on his breath. My fingers itched to lift his white linen shirt and run over the rises and dips of his washboard abs.

If I move to the left, he will hit me right on the clit. I played it cool. I wasn’t one of those women who would open their legs at a mere pat on the head. ?Nah, son. This shit came with requirements.

Get your head back in the game, Kandace.

“Wow,” I said sarcastically. “This is such a romantic overture. You make me swoon.”

He lazily twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers. He whispered into my ear with the heat of ten thousand suns.

“You’re soaked for me right now. Don’t deny it.”

True . . .

I wanted so badly to take him up on the offer. I could have inched up my gown, pulled my panties to the side and lost myself in him. All of me. To hell with our friends and my date on the other side of the wall. All I wanted was a few minutes of us moving and merging into each other repeatedly. Anything to ease the constant throb between my legs.

“I think you’re caught in my net, butterfly,” he murmured. “If you weren’t, you would have pushed me away or told me to stop.”

I peered at him through slits and slowly exhaled.

“Then,?I should watch what I’m doing.”

A soft moan escaped my parted lips and my legs involuntarily opened wider. He chuckled before moving to the left. Now, his rock-hard cock was directly against the junction of my thighs, and he continued the seduction.

“Tell Loverboy you have a headache. I’ll be at your apartment in one hour. Pack a bag, but keep the dress on. You’re staying overnight at my place.”

I disentangled myself from his clutches. Breaking free of his grasp allowed me to summon the strength to take control of the . . . situation. I smoothed my trembling hands over my hair and down my gown.

“Chadwick. Thank you for the flowers. They’re gorgeous. I’m a modern woman, but traditional southern values flow through my veins. I’m not easy, and I’m not for sale.”

His expression showed frustration, but I didn’t sense any anger. He gritted his teeth in denial.

“I expect nothing in return.”

Once I was in control of my legs, I reached for the door handle. Chadwick reached out to grab me by the elbow, and exasperation filled his voice.

“Kandace, be open-minded to us.” I pulled on the door handle and glanced back at him.

“Good day, Mr. St. Clair. Enjoy the party.” But I couldn’t leave him in such a state of disappointment, so I added with a little smile, “I’ll meet you at my place in an hour.”

He rewarded me with a big, toothy grin.

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