Whipped (Hitched #2)(16)

He shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe. With the right person."

My heart flutters, and I mentally smack it down. Not now, silly heart. I've gotta use my head for this one. "And you think I'm the right person?"

He reaches for my hand, brushing a thumb over my skin and making me shiver. His blue eyes are so bright as he stares into mine. "I think you could be. If we got to know each other better, we'd find out. That's the point of dating." He winks at me and pulls me closer to him, our bodies now just a sliver apart. So close I can feel his heart beat. "You should open your gift."

I almost forgot I have a gift. He pulls away enough for me to peel open the red wrapping paper. Inside is a new puzzle, one I've had my eye on for a while. "How did you know I wanted this?"

He shrugs and smiles. "Lucky guess? I thought we could work on it together."

I'm stunned. This is quite possibly one of the sweetest things a guy has ever done for me. I set the puzzle down on the chair next to me. "Thank you."

He comes close again, brushing a strand of hair off my cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I know it’s sudden. But I think we could make this work, Vi. You and me. And," he says, a mischievous glint coming into his eye, "we have the advantage of knowing we're sexually compatible."

I pull back, walking backwards, my heart slamming into my gut. Because this is the problem. He just doesn't know it yet. I feel my mouth blurt out my thoughts. "That's where you're wrong. That's what you don't understand—but, of course how could you? We are the opposite of compatible. Unless you're secretly a submissive—in which case you do a really great impersonation of a Dom."

He frowns. "What the f*ck are you talking about, Vi?"

I rush ahead. "Subs? Doms? The lifestyle? Which you are clearly not a part of. I was a professional Dom for the last five years before opening my store. It wasn't just work for me, it's also my preferred kink sexually. My strong preference. This—" I wave my hands between us, "this… this thing—it won't work."

He strides over to me again, his long legs spanning the living room in just a few steps until he has me backed against the wall, his arms encircling my waist. "I don't know about that stuff." His cock presses into my belly as his hand presses into my lower back, and his head bends so that his lips brush against my cheek. "All I know, Vi, is that it did work. You came twice in my dressing room. And that wasn't even my best work."

I want to resist him, to pull away, but I'm lost in his gaze, trapped by the magnetic pull of his arms around me. My heart beats hard and fast in my chest. And I'm shocked to realize I want to surrender to this man, to have him make me his, to feel him take me, hard and fast and deep.

His hands drop to my ass as he pulls our hips closer. His lips trace a line of fire over my neck and to my lips. "Isn't it possible that what you think you know about yourself is just a small of piece of a much bigger puzzle? Maybe this is an opportunity to discover more of who you really are."

Before I can answer him, his lips are on mine, his tongue teasing as our kiss deepens, and I lose myself in the passion of our embrace. Every part of my body is on fire for him. He could take me here, now, against the wall, through our clothes, and I wouldn't care. I would open for him because I need him inside me. Now.

But he pulls away and takes all that heat with him, and I feel my body wilt just a little. His grin is maddening as he straightens the pants that are so very clearly bulging. "I'm sorry, but I don't have sex until at least the third date." He leaves for his own bedroom.

And I resist the urge to throw a pillow at his head.

I can't breathe I'm so turned on. And before he closes his bedroom door, he says, "I believe the toy you're looking for is in the top drawer."

I open the drawer and grab my new dildo as I stomp to my own bedroom.





CHAPTER 10





LACH


Vi bounces on my cock, clenching it with her tight *. Actually, she's in the other room, masturbating. I'm on my bed, fantasizing. The walls are thin, and I hear her moan as she builds up to climax. I unzip my jeans and start rubbing my cock. This three dates thing is harder than I thought, and it's only been ten minutes. All I want is Vi. Her tits. Her ass. Her *. I imagine sucking on her nipples as she rides me. Pressing her lips against mine as we move together. I want her to come. I hear her gasp in the other room. She climaxes. I come.

Fuck. Why did I propose this date thing again?

The next morning, I wake to the sound of my phone ringing and a serious case of wood from a night of dreams filled with Vi.

I answer the phone begrudgingly, wishing I were still in that dream.

It's Mrs. Wallace. "I looked over your proposal, Mr. Pierce. I love your plans for the center, but I think we'll have to raise prices."

And just like that, the wood is gone. "Raise prices?"

"We'll barely break even with the current plan. But don't worry. I see potential for real profit."

I grab the glass of water by my bed and take a sip. My hands tremble. "Profit isn't the point. The center needs to help people. Not put them in debt."

Mrs. Wallace laughs. Like one laughs at a little child who thinks they're clever. "I'm sorry. But we're not catering to the homeless here."