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I open my mouth to speak, but no words come, and I close it immediately.
His eyes darken, as if he can read my mind. “You crave me, Frankie. Every inch of your body is aching for my touch. You want to surrender to the desire that’s consuming you.”
His words surprise me. He’s so bold, yet they are like a caress, igniting a fire within me. Instantly, my fuck session with myself this afternoon comes back to my mind, and I envision myself in my fantasy with him.
I want to melt into his embrace, to let him have me completely. His confidence is intoxicating, and he’s absolutely right. I want him with an intensity that threatens to unravel me. Yet, I try to remain calm and choke out, “Is that so?”
But he’s not just any man. He’s a billionaire genius, and the complications that come with his wealth and power could throw my life into chaos. As if chasing a serial killer wasn’t enough to deal with already.
I want to give in to the promise in his eyes even though I know I shouldn’t, even though I know my life is too busy right now to lose myself in a fling with a handsome, charming man.
“You’re overthinking this, Frankie. You want me so what else is there to think about?” He finishes his drink, his every move confident and graceful. “It’s simple, really.”
“Simple?” I laugh, shaking my head. “Something tells me nothing about you is simple, Damien.”
His lips curve into a confident smirk. “You’re right about that, Detective. I’m not like other men who are all talk and no action. I have the skill and finesse to satisfy your every need, to awaken desires you never even knew existed.”
I smile at his bold declaration. “You sound quite sure of yourself. What makes you think no other man has ever achieved that?”
He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Because if he had, you wouldn’t be here with me right now.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his words. “You take confidence to a whole new level.”
Damien takes my hand in his, his touch electric. His eyes hold me captive, and I feel a storm of desire swirling inside. “Even now, your mind is filled with thoughts of us tangled together, my cock buried deep inside you. You’re aching for it, but you so badly want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
“I am not good, and I’m sure as hell not a girl,” I say, my voice breathless.
Heat darkens his gaze. “I bet that if I were to slip my hand between your thighs right now, I’d find you dripping wet for me.”
My breath catches in my throat, and my pussy clenches with need. He’s absolutely correct, and it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to keep my expression blank. When I’m certain my voice won’t betray me, I uncross my legs and lean forward. “I’ll take that bet.”
Damien’s nostrils flare as his hand reaches under the table and grips my knee, slowly gliding up my thigh. His touch is both torturous and electrifying. With each inch he advances, he studies my face intently, gauging my reaction. “The heat emanating from your center is like a magnetic fire, pulling me in.”
Oh, fuck me. The slightly rough slide of his hand against my thighs is almost too much to bear. I want to bite down on my lip, grip his wrist and put his hands exactly where my body is craving his touch. But I don’t do that. I watch, aware that my heart is kicking against my chest like a bucking horse. I want this. I want him.
Badly.
“Should you give in to your desires?” he whispers, his voice low and seductive. “Should you demand that I take you home right now?” His hand continues up my thigh, and my breath hitches as he nears my aching core.
He’s so close, and at that moment, I know I’m going to give in. I’m going to do this with him. Just one night. I’d be a fool to resist.
“When you’re ready,” he growls, his thumb grazing my thigh—right there, “just say the word.” Damien pulls back with a wicked grin, rising to his feet and extending his hand to me. “Dance with me.”
Dance. He works me up to a fever pitch, and now he wants to dance. “There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance,” I say, taking his hand.
“I know,” he smirks, pulling me close. “I straddle that line every single day.”
“Duly noted.” I allow him to lead me to the dance floor, where a few other couples are holding each other closely, smiling and talking softly.
Damien turns and pulls me flush against him, our bodies molding together perfectly. His muscles are evident even through his expensive suit. I can’t help but let my hands roam, imagining how he’d feel beneath me with no barriers between us.
His dirty talk from earlier replays in my mind, making my mouth dry and my pussy ache with need.
I can’t deny it any longer. I want him, badly. Maybe even need him. Now that I know he’s got the body and the filthy mouth to back up his confidence, I know I’ve never had anything compared to what he can do to me.
“You’re an excellent dancer,” I say, trying to keep my voice even.
He smiles. “Thanks. It’s like playing golf, a necessary evil in my life. Until this moment, I didn’t give a damn about dancing.”
