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“It’s not your color, darling—and you don’t have the legs to pull it off, I’m afraid.”
Ouch. Ice cold, Ms. Taylor.
I can tell I have to up my game with this woman. But, luckily, getting it up has never been a problem for me.
“Why don’t you pull it off for me, then?” I take her gorgeously shaped chin between my index finger and thumb, so I can turn her face toward mine. “I’m sure you’d look just as lovely with your skirt over your head.”
I place my hand on her exposed knee and start moving it north, up the long, slender expanse of her warm, smooth thigh.
“Mmm, King David…” she moans, and I’m sure that I’ve got her. But then, she looks at me in that way—with a sparkle in her eye that I know means she’s far from surrendering quite yet. “If only you looked so dashing with your foot in your mouth.”
She catches me inches from my destination and twists my arm hard enough that I know I’ll feel the tremendous pain in the morning.
Worth it.
“Let me remind you of our ground rules, David.”
“King David. I’m not overly fond of rules, love.”
“That’s exactly why I’m reminding you of them,” she says, leaning into me with a smug little whisper on her lips. “No fucking anyone. No alcohol. And you’re going to play nice tonight.”
“Darling,” I coo at her, leaning in even closer. Now our lips are just fractions of an inch apart—a gap that I’ll make her close before this ride is over. “You should know by now—I always play nice.”
She still has hold of my wrist—one of her many mistakes tonight, the first of which was to accept the invitation to this event in the first place. I grab her wrist in return and turn it over beneath my strong, broad palm. Vivienne might like to play tough—but I know how to play tougher.
She hisses as I do it—seems that my little pet for the evening doesn’t like receiving the way that she’s giving.
“You call that nice?” she asks, scowling at me. But there’s a hunger in her eyes that she can’t deny, and, as I inhale, it’s only further confirmed.
“I do, especially considering how naughty you’ve been.”
“Naughty? Me?”
She raises an eyebrow at me in question, and I grin, teasing the hem of her skirt once again.
“Word to the wise, love.” I dip my nose to the crook of her neck, breathing her in—but it’s not just her skin that I’m smelling. “If you’re going to get this wet around me…wear panties next time. You smell like a bitch in heat.”
I expect her to stiffen at my mention of how fucking dripping she is with desire right now. But instead, as I slip my fingers beneath her skirt, she gives me a single, coy smile and shifts her knees a little further apart.
Well, well.
Looks like I’ve got a long night ahead of me—and the first of Vivienne’s rules is ready to be broken.
