Risk (Vault 1)

“You sure know what to do with that cock of yours.”

I chuckle. “I fucking hope so.”

“I think I’d like to schedule another date.”

“I’ve already blocked time in my diary.”

Her brows arch. “Oh, really? That seems a little presumptuous of you.”

I kiss her again. “Always.”

“And let me guess, if I said no, you’d just boss me into it.”

“You’re beginning to understand how I operate. Now, if we could just get you to agree to no short dresses in public, my life would be fucking made.”

She loops her arms around my neck again and smiles. “That would make life very boring, and I’m not about the boring life, so if you want to fuck me, you’re just going to have to get on board with my clothes.”

I groan.

I can’t help but be turned on by her unwillingness to back down, though.

I deposit her on the floor. “Get dressed. I’m taking you out for dinner.”

She looks horrified. “I can’t go out to dinner looking like this.”

“I thought you’d say that. I’ll take you home so you can get changed first.”

She places her hand on my chest and hits me with a sexy smile. “I’ve got a really short dress that will be perfect for dinner. You’re going to love it. But I need to visit the bathroom before we leave.”

I don’t take the bait. Instead, I simply say, “You go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

I watch her leave and then dispose of the condom. I’m in deeper than I’d planned. Charlize has drawn me under her spell, and I’m helpless to break it.

I don’t fucking want to break it.

I want her as often as I can have her, and I want her in my life.

The only thing that’s going to mess with that is my ex-wife.