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“The arrogant bastard who’s going to fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked, sweetheart,” I promise, my mouth closing down over hers, and I can feel her breathe out in reaction, as if my kiss is what she’s been waiting for, and it turns me on. Fuck. She turns me on. Too fucking much, considering I sought her out to destroy her.
Angry with myself for losing focus, and at her for being that damn distracting, I tear my mouth from hers, my hands settling at her hips. Staring down at her swollen lips, I see that her lipstick is untouched, but she will not be, in every possible sense, when I am done with her. “You want one night?” I ask. “That’s your hard limit?”
“Yes,” she confirms, grabbing my lapels again and tilting her chin up to add, “that’s my hard limit. Take it or leave it.”
“Then here’s my hard limit,” I say. “We agree that I’m going to change your mind aboutyourhard limit.”
“No,” she says in instant rejection. “That essentially makes my limit obsolete.”
“Your limit stands,” I say. “But I’m telling you up front. I’m going to change your mind. Starting now.”
“Are you asking for my agreement or demanding it?”
“Stating a fact and sparing us time, considering we have about ten more minutes before that auction starts and you’re missed.”
“Fine,” she says. “I’ll save you lost energy while you spare us lost time. You can’t change my mind.”
I react to the absoluteness in her tone, lifting her from the wall and turning her to face the sink, her hands settling on the counter, my big body caging hers from behind. Her reaction is a lift of her chin, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror with defiance in the depths of her stare. “One night,” she repeats, adding a smooth “Tiger” to the end of the sentence, as if she wants to poke the very tiger she’s just called me.
“Do you know how much I enjoy a challenge?” I demand, tugging her lace dress up to her hips, her nearly naked ass now under my palms.
“Too much,” she replies, not even sounding breathless. “In fact, some might say that indicates you’re insecure at your core.”
Amused,challenged, I give her backside a teasing smack that earns me a yelp before I turn her to face me. “Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop.”
I pick her up and set her on the counter, spreading her legs, my hips settling between her knees, hands on the lace bands of her thigh highs. “Then again,” I say, my fingers sliding up her naked thigh to rest just at the edge of her silk panties, “since I’m such a bastard, if you tell me it’snotenough, I might not care. But I’ll try to be polite about it all.”
“Polite?” she asks, giving a choked laugh, her hands covering mine on her thigh. “You?”
“I’m so fucking polite,” I say, “I deserve an award for proper manners.” I stroke the silk between her legs, her spine arching as I do. “I’ll carry your bag for you,” I continue. “I’ll hold the door for you.” I lean in and press my cheek to hers, mouth at her ear. “I’ll make you wet,” I say, shoving aside her panties and stroking the slick heat of her body, my reward in the soft moan that slides from her lips. “I’ll let you come when I’m ready for you to come. I’ll even warn you right before I rip your panties off.” I grip the silk in my hand and yank it away, shoving them in my pocket before settling on one knee in front of her. “And now I’m going to lick you in the very spot you want me to lick you, but I’m not going to let you come.” I lean in and run my tongue along the exposed skin just above the lace of her hose, then caress a path to her sex, where I pull back just enough to allow my breath to trickle over her, my cock so fucking hard it hurts.
She makes a sexy, desperate little sound, her hips arching ever so slightly, urging my mouth closer, and I give her nub a tiny lick. She moans, and I swear I feel that sound like a stroke of her tongue on my cock. Restraint is my friend and her satisfaction, and for that reason, I suckle her gently, then tease her with a long swirl of my tongue. And damn I do want more, I want everything right here and now, but waiting for the sweet taste of her orgasm, and that perfect moment that I bury myself deep inside her, is all about anticipation, about submission.Hersubmission.
I pull back, my fingers flexing into her legs. Her eyes go wide, a pained moment in her eyes when she realizes I’m really not going to let her come. “You’re evil,” she says as I stand and set her on the ground.
“But polite,” I remind her. “I warned you in advance.” I pull down her dress. “I even put your clothes back on.”
Her eyes flash, and she reaches into my pocket and grabs her panties. “You don’t get to keep these,” she declares, scooting past me to walk to the trash can, where she tosses them.
I shackle her arm and pull her to me, her hands on my chest, my hand at the back of her head. “I didn’t want the panties,” I say. “I wanted this.” I slant my mouth over hers, my tongue licking long and deep into her mouth, and I don’t give her time to object or submit. “Now we both will taste like you for the rest of this event,” I say. “Until we both taste like you at the end of the night.”
“Like I said,” she whispers. “You’re evil.”
“Your torture is mine,” I promise. “I’m hard as fuck and want to be inside you, but without limits. And this bathroom is one big limit.”
As if proving my point, knocking erupts at the door. “Faith! Are you in there?”
At the sound of Josh’s voice, Faith’s eyes go wide, her fingers curling on my lapels again. My hands come down on her shoulders, and I lean in close to her ear. “Easy, sweetheart. Answer him.” I lean back, and she takes a deep breath, giving me a nod.
“I’m here,” she calls out.
“Did you fall in or what?” he demands. “The auction’s about to start.”
“I’m coming,” she says, her voice a bit louder now, and when I smile, she glowers at me and adds, “I’ll be right there.”
I barely contain a laugh, and she must think I won’t, because she pushes to her toes and presses two fingers to my lips. The flare of heat between us is instant, and I take her hand, leaning in to brush my lips over hers before my lips find her ear. “This is our secret. Go. I’ll follow.” I lean back, and she nods, but when I would move away, she grabs my sleeve and gives me a confused look that turns to gratitude before whispering, “Thank you.”
And once again, she is nothing I expect and, it seems, everything I want. I give her an incline of my chin and step around the corner and into one of the stalls. I can hear her moving around, fixing herself before the click of the lock sounds and she opens the door. “What the hell, Faith?” Josh demands. “You need—”
