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“Further as in sex?” I asked, trying to gauge her intentions.
“What else?” she replied, frustration lacing her voice.
“You’re not ready,” I said softly, knowing it was true for both of us.
“You really are full of yourself,” she scoffed. “I’m no virgin. I think I can handle you.”
“I mean emotionally,” I clarified. “Neither of us is ready to take that step.”
“Then let me go home and relieve myself,” she retorted, her tone daring me to stop her.
I groaned, loosening my gray tie in frustration. “The last thing I want to think about is your orgasm.”
“Then share it with me,” she challenged, her voice sultry.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Stubborn fuck,” she muttered, standing up. “I have a vibrator calling my name.”
Before she could move away, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, causing her to tumble into my lap. Her lips curled into a slight smile.
“You’re hard,” she commented, her voice teasing.
“Did you expect otherwise?” I shot back, trying to keep my composure.
“Let’s have sex,” she suggested, her tone almost playful.
I shook my head, even as every part of me wanted to say yes. “No. Soon though.”
“I have a phone full of contacts that can relieve my misery,” she threatened, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned, my voice low. “You might as well clear them out because you won’t be needing them.”
“You’re so sure of yourself?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she began to wiggle her ass against my cock. It felt damn good, but I quickly moved her off my lap before I lost control.
“Go home,” I said, standing up. “Let’s have lunch tomorrow.”
“Will you fuck me after?” she asked, clearly enjoying how much she was testing my resolve.
“What is it with your preoccupation with sex?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” she replied, standing up as well. I followed her to the foyer, pulling her coat from the closet.
“Should I escort you home?” I offered, slipping her coat over her shoulders.
“Do you trust yourself?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
“I trust myself,” I said, fastening the buttons of her coat. “It’s you I don’t trust.”
“You make me sound like a nymphomaniac,” she said, shaking her head.
“Are you?” I asked, smirking. “I’m asking for the future, so I know what I’m in for.”
She laughed, and I took the opportunity to bend down and kiss the soft ivory skin between her breasts.
“Stop that,” she warned, though her voice was laced with desire. “Don’t fire me up any more than I already am. You’re trouble, Elliott.”
“And don’t you forget it, sweetheart,” I replied with a grin.
