The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

“Does that mean you believe in fate?”

He stared at our joined hands before he looked at me. His eyes were impenetrable, impossible to decipher. “I believe what I see. And right now, I see you.”

He sat on the balcony with the phone glued to his ear for a few hours. It didn’t matter what country he was in, work never stopped. Ariel probably did a lot of work herself, but there were things Crewe had to attend to on his own.

I stayed in the bedroom and watched TV even though everything was in Italian.

He finally hung up the phone and walked inside, wearing his slacks and a collared shirt. His tie was loose and uneven.

I looked at him when I felt his commanding gaze.

“I have one more phone call to make.”

I already knew what demand he was going to make. I’d seen that look on his face enough times to know what was coming next. Now that he had complete power over me, he could pull my strings like a puppet.

“I want you naked on your back, legs spread. I want you to touch yourself until I’m done—and think of me.” When he came closer, I noticed the bulge in the front of his slacks. His fingers moved under my chin, and he grabbed me with restrained force. “Understand?”

I knew what response he was looking for. I knew what kind of mood he was in. “Yes, sir.”

He dropped his hand and walked back outside. He shut the door then pulled out his phone for the last call of the day.

I swallowed the lump in my throat because my mouth was suddenly dry. Goose bumps marked my arms, but it wasn’t because I was cold. Instead of being repulsed by the arrogant way he bossed me around, I was aroused.

I wanted him to go down on me.

He’d done it before, and it was the most amazing experience I’d ever felt. No man had ever made me feel that good, even the ones I thought I loved. But I didn’t want to ask for it. It wasn’t like I had any right to. That wasn’t how our arrangement worked.

I did as he asked and got on the bed, my thighs spread apart. I’d touched myself before, but not because a man asked me to. He was going to walk in at any moment, and he would know if I’d followed directions or not.

My hand moved between my legs, and I rubbed my clit, picturing his mouth there instead of my fingers. My breathing slowly increased, my nipples hardened, and my eyes closed as I got into it. I moved my hand in a circular motion and arched my back as I pictured his mouth down below. In the beginning, I was self-conscious, but the more aroused I became, the less I cared how I looked. I doubted I looked sexy. At this angle, my appearance probably wasn’t flattering.

When I heard something hit the floor, my eyes flashed open.

Crewe had already dropped his tie and shirt. Now his slacks were gone, and he stood in his boxers. His eyes smoldered as they took me in, the heat flushed across his face. He’d been watching me, but I had no idea for how long.

My hand stopped, and I suddenly felt embarrassed.

He grabbed his boxers and pulled them down. “Keep going, Lovely. Don’t let me interrupt.”

My hand moved again, and I stared at his long cock, suddenly hotter than I was before. He was the biggest and thickest I’d ever taken, and I wanted him now. It didn’t matter who he was or that I hated him. I wanted this man more than any other.

He moved up the bed until he was suspended over me, my thighs still wide apart. He watched me with arousal in his mocha eyes, just as turned on as I was. His head was oozing from the tip. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

My free hand wrapped around his neck, and I pulled him in for a kiss, wanting to feel his mouth against mine. The second we touched, I felt the jolt of pleasure rush through me. I rubbed my clit harder, getting swept away in the passion he elicited.

He kissed me back just as hard, breathing into my mouth.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I said against his mouth. I didn’t think before I spoke. My hormones were doing all the thinking for me. My job was to make him fall for me, and flattery might be the way to do it.

He paused our embrace to look me in the eye, satisfied by my response. He kissed me again before he pulled my hand from between my legs. He pressed a small kiss to my fingertips before he placed them in his mouth and sucked.