He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Fine detection system you have there.”
“It’s one of my indulgences, I must say.” She took a little sip, then nodded. “Delicious.”
His resolve to push her to say no burned at the edges of his mind. He knew where this game could take them. Where he wanted it to take them.
“Do you have any other indulgences?” He played it cool, casual. Swirling the whiskey as if he didn’t care. But when he glanced up at her, he saw heat in her gaze.
“Occasionally,” she said, laughing softly.
“Like what?” He took a sip.
She didn’t answer right away, her gaze drifting across the room. “I really love getting massages.”
He fought a grin. She made this too easy. “Sexual or otherwise?”
Her wide eyes flicked to meet his. But she didn’t miss a beat. “Both, I guess. Though I haven’t had many sexual massages.”
“Maybe that should change.” He set his tumbler down, unfastening his watch as he looked her up and down. This was the perfect in. And the perfect way to challenge whether she wanted it. Wanted him. “Do you want to try one out right now?”
Calla’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Sure.”
He jerked his head to the bed, and she took a gulp of her whiskey before heading toward the bed. He laid his watch on the table and strutted her way. Desire licked through his veins; he would eat this woman up from head to toe.
“Can I take your dress off?” he asked, voice low and reverent.
She nodded, looking up at him as he approached.
“Say yes. Say that you want me to,” he guided. “Or tell me that you don’t.”
“I want you to,” she repeated.
He reached for the knot at her natural waist, picking it apart until the ties fell away. The dress loosened, and he tugged the edges open. Underneath, she was cream and curves in a black lace bra and impossibly tiny panties. He wet his bottom lip as he looked her over.
“Do you want to feel how hard I am right now?” he ask
ed in a low voice, almost a growl. The sight of her unraveled his composure. He’d have to remember that this was a game with a purpose. He had something to prove here.
She nodded again, but he quickly corrected her.
“Say yes or no,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered, and he guided her hand toward the bulge in his slacks. She inhaled sharply as her fingers tripped over the restrained length of him. His thighs tensed, her touch drifting down to cup his balls.
Fatim tugged her dress off the rest of the way and tossed it aside.
“Can I take your bra and panties off?” he asked.
She nodded, but then quickly said, “Yes.”
He unfastened the bra without issue, slipping it off her shoulders. Her heavy breasts spilled out, her chest rising and falling. He clenched his jaw, gaze dropping to the cotton thong. He hooked a finger under the elastic and tugged it down. He dropped to his knees as he rolled the scrap of fabric down over her thighs, all the way to her ankles. He looked up at her bare pussy from this angle, suddenly desperate to plunge his tongue between the folds.
“Can I taste you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He guided her legs apart and nuzzled the damp folds of her pussy, then plunged his tongue inward to find her clit, that hard, needy nub that was so swollen and waiting for him. She cried out, and he pushed further, slamming his tongue up into her pussy as far as he could reach. When he pulled back, his mouth glistened with her arousal.
“Mmm.” He ran his lips over her stubbly mons, locking eyes with her. “Can I lay you back on the bed now and tie you to the bedpost?”