Page 36 of One More Night
“She’s basing her judgment of your situation off what she would do in your place.”
“Isn’t that how you use gut instinct when it comes to others?”
“It’s how you use prejudice against things you don’t understand.” I steal a kiss to shut her the hell up. I’m not here to debate whether Debbie-Do-Gooder is right or not. I’m here to remind Corinne why three months won’t be long enough. “Dinner tonight.”
“What about it?” Her tone softens, her arms relaxing.
“We’re eating out.” I brace my hands either side of her hips and place a kiss to her forehead. “Nothing would turn me on more than the look on other men’s faces when they realize they can’t have you.”
Corinne smirks, the devil in her eyes as she glances up at me from beneath her lashes. “Are you the jealous type, Jordan? Oh my.”
“Terribly so.”
“Hmm.” She likes the idea as much as I do. “Is this one of your games?”
“Perhaps.”
I wonder if in time she’d be open to a public fuck to claim her? Goddamn the thought alone makes my dick hard …
“Tell me,” I growl. “What are your hard limits?”
She cocks an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”
I release her breasts from the restriction of the towel, and then palm them both, testing the weight. God, everything about her is perfect. “How private are you?”
I’d hazard a guess as not too much so, considering she got fired for fucking me in the break room.
“You want to share me?” She frowns.
Now there’s an idea. Might work, if it was another woman in the mix. I’d kill the man who even wet his dick looking at her.
“I want to show you off.”
“At dinner?” She seems dubious. I don’t blame her.
“Get dressed.” I pull away and stand, adjusting the bulge in my slacks. “We’re going to your place to pick up what you need, and while we’re there, I’ll decide if you have anything suitable to wear to dinner.”
“You’ll decide?” she challenges, unmoving.
The smirk on her face pulls a smile from me. “I have no doubt that whatever you choose will look nice, Corinne, but I want you to look more than nice. I want you downright fuckable. I want every man in the place wishing he knew the feel of your curves beneath his hands, and every woman wishing she had them.”
“And you’re sure I’m okay with this vulgar show of ego?”
Not entirely, but, “If you weren’t comfortable with the body you’re blessed with, then you wouldn’t be here right now. Would you?”
No woman in the middle of a confidence crisis would have strutted her ass over to the man who put her sex-life on the table for public discussion. No woman in her right mind. Only one who’s quietly confident would have taken such a hit to the ego and turned it into a compliment.
Because that’s what this whole goddamn scenario is: a compliment.
Corinne is a strong, attractive woman.
A woman who knows what she requires, and how to get it.
One who unashamedly took what she needed, when she needed it.
And that she chose to take it from an equally strong, intimidating man such as me? Well, that is fucking sexy as hell.
“Can I at least borrow a shirt?” she says with a quirk of her eyebrow. “You kind of destroyed my blouse.”
“Of course.” I offer her my hand. “Come. I think we could have a little more fun while you change, don’t you?”
“I have no doubt.” She takes the offered assistance and pulls herself to stand. “But you do want to make dinner on time, right?”
She has a point … “Rain check, then.” I have numerous ideas on how her legs can brace the sides of my bathtub …
“I’ll hold you to it.”