Just when I was thoroughly dizzy and lust-swollen, he pulled his mouth away. “Thank you for coming.” His smile lit his face, matching the one I was sure was on my own lips. “And before you make some tacky joke about not having come yet, I’ll assure you that you will.”
I half-giggled, half-groaned. Half-melted in anticipation. “Well, glad that’s out of the way.”
His hand was still at my breast, his thumb teasing over my nipple now while his other palm wrapped around the back of my neck. He studied me, his eyes taking in my features with such intensity, as if despite all the time he spent looking at me he’d never truly seen me.
“I’m an awful host,” he said eventually. “I should tell you to make yourself at home, but all I care about is making myself at home inside you.”
Why don’t you? What came out was, “Uh-huh.”
His mouth found mine again as he grabbed my ass and drew me into him. If the last kiss had been intense, this one was consuming. My face burned from the scruff of his five o’clock shadow and my lips stung from his nips. I threw my leg around his upper thigh, opening myself, practically grinding against him.
Then, out of nowhere, the ability to think came rushing back, and thoughts, though jumbled, flashed through my mind, competing with my senses. Thoughts like, Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. And, Would it be out of line to start undressing him? And, Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do when I got here? And, If this is how he makes me feel with this kiss, how the hell am I going to survive tonight?
I began shaking my head, disconnecting myself from his mouth as I pressed my hands against his torso.
I was almost afraid Reeve wouldn’t accept my retreat. I was also totally afraid he would.
Tonight, he was a gentleman though. Cupping my face, he asked, “What is it?”
My eyes darted from his collar to his ear to his chin – everywhere but his distracting lips. We’ll get back to that, I promised myself. I had to remember Amber first. Remember that I was here on false pretenses. I might need to be able to make demands from Reeve eventually, which meant I had to well-establish the part I was playing now – a woman who was looking for a sugar daddy. I needed to ask for… something… to set the standards of exchange in our relationship. I had to do it now while he was in a good mood. But what to ask for?
I had no answer yet, and here he was waiting for a response.
I cleared my throat. “I’m trying to decide if this is a good time to bring it up.” It was partly true. Mostly, I was stalling, trying to remember what I’d asked for from men in the past. Back then I’d needed everything from clothes to housing. Now I needed nothing.
“Unless you’re talking about my cock, then it’s never going to be a good time to bring it up.” He was teasing though, his tone light. “So might as well get it over with. Come sit with me.”
He took my jacket and purse and set them on an armchair. Then he wrapped his fingers in mine and pulled me after him to the couch. He sat down and I moved to sit next to him, but Reeve tugged me instead onto his lap. He pushed my knees apart so I’d straddle him then ran his hands up and down my thighs, sending electric sparks across the surface of my skin.
I watched his fingers disappear under my skirt and return on their next sweep down. “This is awfully distracting.”
“It’s meant to be. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Okay.” What had I wanted to say? I swallowed, letting my weight settle on him as I gathered my thoughts. “So.” Something stiff rubbed against my inner thigh. I looked down to find his pants tented. “Oh.”
Reeve’s pupils were dark. “Yes, I’m hard. You’re sitting on my lap, what do you expect?”
“Nothing less. Just.” I tried to adjust myself so that I wasn’t pressing quite so intimately against him, but his hands flew to my hips, stilling me. The heat of his cock radiated through his pants, heat that was also reflected on his face. “Like I said, distracting.”
He wrapped his arms around my ass and brought me in tighter. “Well, let me help make things clear. If you don’t tell me what’s up in about three seconds then you’re going to lose the opportunity entirely.”
God. His hands. On my ass.
But, focus! “Your audition,” I managed. “I’ve passed it. I’m not sure you’ve passed mine.” Lies. He’d passed. Passed and then some.
“Ah. Of course.” His tone was stiff, but he began massaging circles on my backside through my skirt. “You want to be taken care of in a currency other than orgasms.”
“Well…” Did it have to be one or the other?
His lip turned up in a knowing smirk. “Correction – in addition to orgasms. Why do I have a feeling you’re going to be an expensive girlfriend?”
I took a deep breath in, flustered by his touch, empowered by the label he’d given me. “Because I am. But I’m going to try to be worth it.”
“Oh, you’ll be worth it. That’s not an option.” He spanked me. On my ass cheek. Hard.
I jumped from surprise, my face reddening with a flush that ran hot, straight to my core.
His expression darkened, saying he liked that. Liked spanking me. Liked my reaction. Knew that I liked it too. Unlike me, he was able to stay on topic. “So what’s this going to cost me, Emily? You have a good paycheck, so you’re going to have to tell me what you have in mind.”
“Yes, I have a good paycheck.” I nodded as I spoke, conscious that his hands were moving again along my backside, trying so very hard to keep focused.