Page 15 of His Price

Her gaze hardens, the fight I love in her appearing. “Why would I do that?”

“Because that’s the game we’re playing.”

Keeping her eyes on me, obviously not prepared to fight against something we both know she wants, she widens her legs and then slowly slips her hand beneath the table. She’s under the white linen, hidden from me, but that doesn’t matter. I see the exact moment she strokes her clit, the heightened pleasure washing over her expression.

“Is this what you want me to do, Liam?” she asks, voice raspy.

“That’s exactly right, beautiful.” I reach for the buzzer. Her eyes widen as I press down against the button, calling the waiter back to us. The pleasure is gone from her face, expression hard. I arch a brow. “No longer interested in the game, darlin’?”

I see the power in her eyes, the challenge there. I know she won’t stop either, because as much as I like to win, she likes to push against me. That is our game. It’s addictive and fun and sexy as fuck. Even now, the sparkle in her eyes tells me that she’s going to follow through to show me that she’s as daring as I am. That tempts me to find out how far I can take us both.

Right then, the metal door whisks open, and a flurry of waiters return. Aria looks from them to me and then smiles, and I see the slight shake of her dress, telling me she’s moving her fingers again, faster now. In a single breath, the pleasure returns to her face, flushing her cheeks a stunning pinkish hue.

The waiter smiles at Aria. “Did you enjoy your breakfast?” he asks her.

“Entirely, thank you.” Her breath hitches.

He glances to me, obviously not seeing or hearing the heady pleasure she’s enduring. I smile at him and nod. “Please give our compliments to the chef, everything was incredible.”

“I certainly will, sir,” the waiter says, beginning to clear our plates.

Over his shoulder, I notice another waiter at the door, watching Aria very closely. Too closely, in fact. By the redness in his cheeks, I’m only assuming he has noticed what I can see plain as day. When I glance back at Aria, I understand why. Her cheeks are stained dark red and that stunning color descends down to her chest, her eyes lost in desire, mouth parted with her heavy but quiet breaths.

I am unsurprised. She’s being watched. She’s being dirty. Those can be the magical ingredients for heightened arousal.

“Do you need anything else?” the waiter asks me.

I turn to him and shake my head. “That will be all, thank you.”

“Take your time, and enjoy the view,” he says. “You have the terrace for another hour.”

“The view is quite stunning, isn’t it?” I’m not talking about the beach.

The waiter agrees with a nod, and then he, along with the other waiter, leave through the door and it shuts behind them. I assume they’re huddling together now talking about what’s going on here. I only care about the woman riding her pleasure.

I rise and move to her side, tucking my finger under her chin, commanding her gaze. “Do you want to come, Aria?”

“Yes.”

“Ask my permission.”

Her chest rises and falls with the hitch of her breath. “May I come?”

I slide my thumb over her puffy bottom lip. “Look at me while you do it, and you may.”

She gasps and moans and trembles, her arm moving faster. I stay focused on her eyes, feeding how she likes to be watched. And when she peaks, her eyes widening into euphoria, it takes all my strength not to bend her over this table and drive my throbbing cock into her. But this is for her, not for me.

A memory belonging all to her.

I become lost in the depths of her surrender as she strains to keep her eyes open, to listen to my instructions, but soon the pleasure steals her control. Her head tilts back, eyes flutter shut, and her moan is soft and sensual and goddamn enthralling.

When she finally opens her eyes to me again, revealing such beauty in her seductive satisfaction, I know then and there, she’s forever ruined me for any other woman. No one can ever compare. Not to her. Not like this.

She dips her chin down, taking my thumb into her mouth, giving it a hard suck before releasing it to say, “Now is it your turn?”

“This was not about me, beautiful. Believe me, I like watching you come as much as I like feeling it.” I lean down and take her mouth, passionately staking my claim then and there that I’ve won her surrender, and that is pleasure to me.

“So, in this game of yours, what happens next?” she whispers against my mouth.

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