Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(42)

“You’re only having water.” I motion to the still-full second glass in front of her.

“We’ll do the shot version.” She motions to the bartender and orders us each a shot of 1800 Tequila. “Here are the rules. We each have five questions we can ask the other person. You have to answer truthfully, or you can skip one question but you have to take a shot.”

The strap on her dress slowly slides off her shoulder. I stare at it, distracted.

“So we have to answer at least four questions?”

She nods as the shots are placed down in front of us. I’m sure I’m going to regret this, but what the hell.

“Let’s play,” I say, reaching out to gently pull the strap back up her shoulder. Her head turns to watch me, her pupils dilating. I let my fingers linger a little longer than necessary. We’re sitting face-to-face, my thighs spread and her legs somewhat between mine.

“Oh, and one other thing. Do you have a coin to flip?”

I reach into my pocket and pull out a quarter.

“We either play the sweet or spicy way. Heads it’s sweet, tails it’s spicy.”

“Spicy? Sweet?” I’m thoroughly confused.

“Sweet meaning normal questions.” She leans in as she says the next part like it’s a secret she doesn’t want anyone to hear. “Spicy meaning… dirty questions.”

She flips the quarter and covers it with her hand as it lands.

Please let it be sweet. I don’t think I could handle any more temptation.

“Tails… spicy.” She giggles.

I let out an audible exhale; I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.

“I’ll go first,” she says as she chews her bottom lip, her eyes gazing off like she’s trying to conjure up a good question. “Oh, got it, are you more of an ass man or boob guy?”

I chuckle because her eyes grow big like she’s asking me something so naughty and devious, but yet she worded it so innocently.

“Both. Can’t say I prefer one over the other.”

“That’s such a cop-out answer.” She rolls her eyes.

I’m tempted to play it safe, but I decide to test her limits a little, push the boundaries.

“What can I say? I want to have my cake and eat it too. They’re both fun to play with, touch, pinch, bite.” I can see her breath quicken. “I love a good hand or mouthful of both at one time. And I like to fuck both of them.”

Her mouth falls open and she lets out a little gasp. I take a sip of my bourbon, pretending to remain unbothered when the truth is, I’m thinking about fucking her in the ass right now.

“My turn.” I smile, looking her dead in the eyes. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Margot?”

“No,” she says, her cheeks fully pink.

“Hmm, shame.”

She grabs for her water, taking several mouthfuls. “Have you ever had a threesome?”

“No. Doesn’t appeal to me.” I sip my drink. “Has a man ever made you squirt?”

She adjusts herself in her seat as she shakes her head no. More water drinking.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop the game.” I reach out and place my hand on her exposed thigh. Her eyes drop down to watch as I draw lazy circles on her skin.

“No, I’m not uncomfortable. I’m just not used to hearing those words from you.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m keeping it tame.” I slide my hand between her thighs, letting it rest on the inside of one of her legs.

“Have you ever made a girl—squirt?”

“Yes.” I squeeze her thigh and I feel her pull them together, trying to get more. “Have you ever fucked Hank?”

“No!” she responds quickly. “I promise, there’s nothing there.”

“Have you ever—”

She looks off in the distance again, thinking of a question. My eyes fall to her tits, begging to be handled, sucked, kissed—probably a full C if I had to guess.

“Oh, what did you mean when you said don’t call me that again unless you want to be punished?”

I think back on the moment. I remember it clearly. I’m tempted to take the shot, not because I’m ashamed of the answer, but because I’m not sure she’s ready to hear those thoughts. I don’t want to scare her off.

I lean in, brushing her hair back as I snake my hand around the back of her neck. “I’ll try to keep this brief and as nice as possible… but I like control in all aspects of my life. I’m sure that’s pretty evident. And you are sweet and young and innocent.” I run my hand up her throat.

“I’m not a virgin,” she whispers.

“No, I know that. I mean, you’re innocent.” We’re so close, both on the edge of our stools. I can feel people’s eyes on us but I don’t care. “When I mentioned fucking your ass and your tits a moment ago, you blushed. Now I know you haven’t had a cock in your ass before, but I’d guess by your reaction that you’ve never had a man”—I drag my hand down until my finger slips between her breasts—“fuck these tits either, marking you with his cum.”

She squeezes her thighs tightly around my hand that’s still resting between them. She swallows and shakes her head no, confirming my suspicions.