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His jaw tenses, and he stares at me like he’s looking for a lifeline.
“You can talk to me about things, you know?” I sound like a broken record, but he needs to trust me. I grab his hand under the table. “Anything at all.” Even though I should be saying this to look for some sort of aspect to get to Big Daddy K, it’s coming from a place of wanting to help Johnny. I hate that he’s under his father’s thumb. I lean over and whisper into his ear. “No matter what it is, I’m siding with you.”
That’s probably the truest statement I’ve ever said to Johnny. He just doesn’t know that I’d take anyone’s side over his father’s.
“Another round,” Johnny says, catching the attention of a passing waitress. Then, he licks a trail up the curve of my neck to the hollow under my ear. “You’re in my bed tonight.”
I bite my lip. Someone wants to defy their father.
We drink the final round of drinks and then Johnny indicates he wants to leave. It’s only a half hour away from closing time anyway, but instead of making a big deal about it, we try to slip out the back again. Once we succeed, we’re back in one of the fancy black cars heading toward the tower. With Magnum as an audience, the only thing Johnny does is hold me close to him. Once we’re ushered through the exterior security, we pull into the underground parking lot and Johnny helps me out of the car. I’ve had a few drinks tonight, so I’m a little buzzed. I made sure not to drink all the drinks that were purchased for me because if I had, I would’ve been out a while ago. I attempted to stop the drinks from even coming, but Johnny told me to let them. They wanted to show their appreciation for the fight, and plus, it’s more profit for Candy’s.
The elevator opens on Johnny’s floor, and he pulls me past Security. “She’s been with me,” he tells them before they can even move forward.
“Plus, I don’t have any place to hide anything in this dress,” I call out to them as we sneak by.
Johnny’s grip tightens on my wrist. He pulls me inside his suite and presses me against the door. “God, I fucking want you.” The need in his eyes is almost unbearable. He rubs his cock against me. The dress is so thin that if he wasn’t wearing his suit pants, I’d be able to feel every last hard ridge and curve.
“You’re not thinking straight.” That’s saying something because I’m also pretty inebriated right now.
“I’m thinking straight,” he counters. “He can’t take you from me.”
I press onto his shoulders. “Does he want to take me from you?” That would be news to me, and I don’t like the sudden twist to my gut that thought provokes.
“He thinks women are playthings. He doesn’t understand my feelings for you. He hasn’t felt for another woman since my mom left.” His stare dips down my body. He palms my tit, then squeezes my nipple. “I don’t want to fucking talk about that.”
He rolls the dress up over my hips, palming my bare ass with his hands.
I moan into him, then work on unclasping his pants and shoving them to the ground. He rests against me, his cock hard. “Christ,” he growls. “I’ve denied myself you for too long.”
His hand skates between my legs, fingers brushing over my apex. I drop my head back, resting it against the door. He gets close, toying with my pussy until he pulls his fingers to his face and licks them. He closes his eyes as he savors my taste.
I work on the buttons of his shirt, throwing the fabric back as he wrestles out of it. He slips his shoes and socks off, standing in front of me like a concoction of my own making. A specimen I would dream up for myself while I brought myself to orgasm.
“You always look at me like you could pounce,” he breathes.
“Not sorry,” I say.
He grins, pulling my dress over my head. Once the dress is free of my hands, I’m completely naked. He cups the underside of my breast. “I think I’m a tits and ass man because of you.”
I reach out, sliding his boxers down his muscular thighs. “I’m a cock girl.”
He strokes his dick in front of me. Cum beads at the top.
I take his hand and lead him to the couch. After pushing him down, I straddle him. My core heats as it brushes against his cock. I should be sensible and ask about condoms and birth control, but the brains are out the window. I take him in my hand, replacing his, stroking him to my core. “Fuck, fuck,” he breathes. “You want to ride me, don’t you?”
His tip touches my entrance. “So fucking bad,” I moan.
He grips my hips and pushes me to the couch cushions until he’s hovering over my body. He rests his forehead against mine as he stares down, moving closer and closer. Every time he touches me, he retreats, driving me crazy. At first, I think he’s doing it on purpose to drive us both crazy. I know I’m about ready to grab his ass and make him stay, but then I look into his face and read the conflict etched there.
I still.
“Fuck,” he roars, moving off me. He forces his fingers through his hair. “I want you. Don’t think I don’t.”
I peek at his cock. That much is evident.
I close my eyes, trying to keep my cool. This is the second time he’s driven me to the edge and pulled back. “I want you too,” I say.
“You sound frustrated.”