Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“But you…” Her eyes nearly bug out of her head. “You do?”

I nod.

“Why?”

“It turns me on.”

“But you’re already—”

“It’s better when you draw it out.”

“Okay.” Her eyes find mine. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

“What if I demand you fuck me?”

“I’m not gonna deny you.”

She presses her lips together, assessing her options. Finally, she nods an okay. “I’ll get the door. You should—” she nods to the bathroom.

“Wipe the taste of your cunt from my lips?”

“Say one more thing like that and I will fuck you in front of Dean.”

“Good to know.” It’s a tempting offer.

She adjusts her dress and checks her reflection—perfect, as always.

I move into the bathroom. Wash my hands and face. Ask myself if I’m fucking crazy for making her wait.

We could ditch this stupid dinner.

Stay in and fuck like rabbits instead.

I could be inside her.

But the thought of her fighting her arousal as she laughs with Dean—

Fuck. Thinking about this shit isn’t the way to get my cock to cool it.

She is laughing at something Dean’s saying.

And he’s chuckling in that shit-stirring way of his.

I wipe my hands and face. Move into the main room.

Dean nods to Leighton. “Damn. He cleans up nice.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” She motions come here. When I do, she brings her hands to my tie. Adjusts the knot. “You look amazing.”

“You look sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you.” She rises to her tiptoes to press her lips to mine. “Shoes.”

They’re sitting by the dresser. I take three steps backward, bend to pick them up.

She smiles. “I can do that.”