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“Scoot up.”
I did as I was told, lying back against the pillows.
“I want your hands above your head.” He was undoing the buttons on his shirtsleeves as he spoke. “Hold on to the headboard railings. Yes, exactly like that. You’re such a good fucking girl.” He shrugged out of his shirt, then dropped his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed.
My blood was humming, and I was fucking desperate for him to touch me.
“You want a burger and fries, or pizza, or noodles, or something else?”
“Wh-what?”
“You’re hungry. What do you want to eat?”
The sudden transition was jarring, and I just stared at him for a long moment, dazed and confused. From the look in his eyes, he fucking knew it. The bastard.
“How about I choose, then?”
He grabbed his phone from the pocket of his pants and glanced at me. The hunger in his eyes had been replaced with a calculated nonchalance that left me feeling strangely bereft. God, he knew just how to play me.
Shooting me a devilish grin, he dialed a number. “You’re going to love this place. Best takeout in the city.”
While he waited for the line to connect, his free hand began to wander. His fingers trailed lightly over the curve of my breast, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. When he ran his thumb over my nipple, it hardened into a tight peak. I wanted to grab his hand and guide it lower, but I remembered his earlier command to keep my hands above my head. I gripped the railings of the headboard tighter, my knuckles turning white.
“Hey, I’d like to place an order for delivery.” He rattled off his address, playing with my breast the whole time. “Yeah, that’s right.”
I couldn’t believe he was doing this right now, touching me like this while he was on the phone with a stranger. It was outrageous, but also such a fucking turn on.
I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan building in my throat as his hand abandoned my breast, sliding down my trembling stomach. My heart was pounding, my body aching for more of his expert touch.
“I’ll have the supreme pizza. Double order of garlic bread and some hot wings.” His voice was smooth and composed, as if he wasn’t currently driving me out of my mind.
His hand moved lower, and I hissed out a breath. He was so close, and I was so desperate for him to move just a fraction lower. “Open your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and raspy.
I complied without hesitation, my body acting on instinct as I parted my thighs for him. His fingers stroked and circled my clit with a maddening precision.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. Then he turned away, speaking into the phone. “Sorry about that. Iwas just... distracted for a moment. Yeah, extra hot for the wings would be great, thanks.”
I couldn’t believe how he managed to stay so calm while expertly driving me towards the brink of ecstasy. My breaths were coming in short, ragged pants now, my hips matching the rhythm of his hand as I chased the release I knew was just within reach.
“Yes, that’ll be all,” he finally said into the phone, hanging up without another word. He tossed the phone aside, his full attention now focused solely on me. “Now, where were we?”
Before I could so much as whimper a reply, Rhett’s fingers slid inside me, curling just right to hit that perfect spot that made my vision blur. His thumb continued its sweet torment on my clit, circling and pressing until I was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him.
“You’re such a bastard,” I breathed, reaching for him. “I want you inside me. Now.”
Chuckling, he captured my wrists in one hand, holding them easily above my head. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” Teasing circles of his thumb sent sensation skittering through me. “But I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands. Are you?”
I tried to glare at him, but it was hard when my body was singing with pleasure. “Fuck you,” I gasped out.
“Maybe if you’re nice to me, I’ll let you come.”
I wanted to hold out, to try to win, but I was on fire. All my nerve endings were lit up and I just wanted to explode. “P…please.”
He let me, fucking me hard and fast with his fingers, using his thumb to rub my clit. “Let go.”
My body obeyed without question, shattering into a million pieces as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
As I lay there, gasping for air, Rhett withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied smile. “Delicious,” he declared, his eyes gleaming with triumph and something else—something that looked a lot like affection.