I tilt my head and size her up, my eyes lingering on her waist this time. She’s definitely not wearing a bra, but is she wearing anything else under there? “First secret—did you follow my final request from our last meeting?” I lock eyes with her again, and savor the spark of nerves in her big brown eyes. “Are you wearing panties, Ashely?”
In response, Ashley surges to her feet and spins around to stand in front of me. She’s just a few inches from my face, and I can already imagine how she’d taste—exactly the way those panties of hers smelled, sweet and savory all at once.
To my surprise, though, Ashley grabs the hem of her skirt and lifts it up.
She’s naked.
If I got any harder right now, I swear I’d burst a seam in these jeans. It’s all I can do not to grab her right now, pull her down onto this bed and fuck her senseless. Her pussy is right there, inches from my hungry mouth, clean-shaven and, to judge by the faint gleam at her lips, wet and ready for me. She’s enjoying this too.
“I followed your request, sweetie.” Now she’s the one smirking, and fuck, I like it. “Now it’s my turn to ask a question.”
I grin right back. Fucking hell. I’ve never met a girl quite like her. But she’s going to get herself into trouble, playing with fire like this. “Daddy didn’t teach you how to scheme the way he does, did he?” I murmur. “You shouldn’t show all your cards, Ashley, not this early in the game.”
Her eyes narrow at the mention of her father, and she lets go of the hem of her skirt, letting it fall back down around her thighs. “My father taught me how to negotiate just fine, thank you very much.”
“Not like he does,” I interrupt. “Not the same cutthroat, take no prisoners, kill anyone in your path style.”
“My father doesn’t kill anybody,” she replies, voice so secure and haughty that it actually makes me burst into laughter. She blinks, startled, and I realize she actually believes that.
“You don’t know your father half as well as you think you do, Ashley,” I murmur.
She narrows her eyes. “I should think of the two of us, one of us knows him much better than the other. Now stop stalling. You owe me a secret, Damon Tell.”
“That I do. But we didn’t specify what secret. So I’ll tell you this one voluntarily—I’m not in here for the reasons you think I am.”
She scoffs. “Right. You’re innocent. Just like every other thug Dad has hired who stabbed him in the back the second they had the chance.”
“I never said I was innocent,” I interrupt. “But if you think your father has never stabbed any of his people in the back either, then you’re more naive than I thought.”
“That’s your secret, then? ‘I’m not in here for the reasons you think?’ That doesn’t tell me anything, Damon. If you’re going to cheat, there’s no point to this game.” She spins around, about to walk toward the door.
On instinct, I grab her waist. Pull her backward. She falls onto my lap, and for a second, we both freeze, as her full, muscular ass rubs against my cock, still bulging against the zipper of my jeans.
Then she gasps and pushes back to her feet, off of me.
“I’m not cheating,” I say before she can say anything else. Before she can run again. “You need to set ground rules. You need to tell the other person you’re negotiating with exactly what you’re willing to trade and for what.” I push to my feet, and I don’t miss the way her throat catches or her pupils dilate as she gazes up at me, mouth parted, expression torn between anger and lust. I know that feeling. It’s the same one I’m feeling right now. I want to rip that tight little skirt off her and fuck her until she screams. But at the same time, I know how dangerous that is. How dangerous she is.
I need to follow my own advice and set ground rules for this game.
“For example,” I tell her, “I will give you a hint about where the money is located—a hint only—if you can keep yourself from begging me to make you come.”
There’s a pause, and I watch her breath catch again thinking about it. I know she’s every inch as turned on as I am. I plan to use that to my advantage.
“Wh-what are you going to do to try to make me? Beg, I mean,” she adds, and she almost manages to hide the sexy catch in her voice. Almost.
“Tongue and fingers only,” I tell her. Then my mouth quirks into a half smile. “This time, anyway.”
Her eyes narrow. “If I win, there won’t be a next time.”
“Maybe.” My eyes search hers. Find the same white-hot lust in them that burns in my own. “Or maybe I’ll get you addicted. Maybe you’ll be back for more, and succumb to me again and again, because you can’t stop yourself from begging for release.”
That does it. The dare is enough to push her over the edge into doing something she might regret. And fuck am I glad for it.
Ashley sidesteps me, drops back onto the bed and lies back across it. Then she hikes up her skirt once more, baring that tight, gorgeous, wet little pussy to the world. “You talk a big game, Damon. Let’s see how well you play it.”
“Spread your legs.”
Ashley Marrón does as she’s told. She spreads her legs wide enough for me to see that she’s shaved her pussy lips too, and there’s a little pearl of moisture collecting on the edge of them, just below the entrance to her pussy. Fucking hell, I want to fuck her. The way she glares up at me, equal parts defiant and turned on, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, maybe next to the tight-as-hell outfit she’s wearing, and the panties she isn’t.
I’m so hard that it’s difficult to kneel next to the bed. Once I’m down there though, I don’t waste any time. We only have an hour—and I intend to make her come more than once this conjugal visit. Not just because that will win me this game, but also because part of me has started to enjoy it. I want her to come back again. I want to drive her wild with lust, make her crazy for me… and then I plan to use that to get back at her father once and for all.
I grab Ashley’s ankles and pull her down the bed toward me, in one swift motion, until her ass hangs at the edge, and her pussy is right in front of me, close enough that when I blow gently on her skin, she shivers and tightens her thighs, reflexive.
“Ah ah. Keep those legs wide open.” I grin up at her. She glares back, but pushes them back open again. “That’s right. I’m just getting started, Ashley, so you might as well lie back and enjoy the ride.” I lean down and gently bite her inner thigh, just above her knee. She gasps faintly. I chuckle, mouth against her soft, smooth skin, and begin to kiss, bite and suck my way up her leg. At the crease where her thigh meets her hips, I press my tongue into the divide, at the same time reaching under her body with my hands to grip her ass tightly, massage it in both hands. Her skin feels so soft and smooth against my calloused palms that it nearly sends me over the edge. That, combined with her taste, salty and sweet on my lips, is driving me fucking crazy.
And I haven’t even reached her pussy yet. I lick and suck and bite my way up her other thigh, leaving marks behind—let her try to explain those to any boys she might have waiting at home. I don’t care. I reach the edge of her pussy and let my tongue trail along the crease, slowly, teasing. I glance up at the same time, and find her eyes locked on me, her chest heaving as she arches her back, limbs quivering.