Don't Promise (Don't 3)

The elevator dinged and the doors retracted. But I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t take a step away from her. My hands roamed over her body, annoyed there were clothes in the way.

I backed up, dragging her with me into the main living quarters.

Her breathing was erratic. Her lips searched for mine. Eager for the next kiss. Eager for what I wanted to give her.

I kissed her slowly before turning for the light. I reminded myself to savor this girl. We were already moving with our foot pressed full speed on the pedal. I needed air. I was going to have her on her knees in five minutes if I didn’t hit the brakes.

“How about a drink?” I asked. “I know the rules at The Titan.”

I reached for a crystal decanter. Alcohol would calm my cock for a few minutes.

She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “Yes. A drink would be good.”

I poured two. “Welcome to one of my palaces.” I handed her the glass.

“How many are there?” She looked around the room. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Three,” I reported. “I don’t count the summer homes.”

“I see. Slumming it in the summer?”

I chuckled. She was sassier than I expected. “I suppose.”

She walked around the room, observing the paintings.

“These are beautiful. Do you collect?” she asked.

“I do. Mostly abstracts, though you won’t see them in any other part of the palace.”

“Why not?”

I chuckled. “If it’s not Renaissance or a family portrait, I’m afraid it won’t meet the royal decorator’s criteria.”

I walked next to her. Her eyes followed me.

“You like them?”

“Yes. Very much. It’s a fascinating collection.”

I had collected the pieces from galleries around the world. She had excellent taste. I wondered what other things she might like.

I chugged the bourbon.

My eyes landed on hers. “Tell me, Molly. What shall it be tonight?”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

“The fantasy. What do you want from it?”

“Oh.” She clutched the bourbon with both hands. I noticed the pale pink on her nails. Everything about this girl was soft and innocent, even her damn nail polish.

“You do have some idea, don’t you?”

I tipped her chin toward me.

She shook her head. “No.”

I pulled her close, taking the glass from her grip. I kissed her, drinking the bourbon from her lips. I groaned, my cock hard and strong. Throbbing for this innocent girl in my hands.