permission to do whatever he wants with me. Phade has this power, an ability to steal my self control. I learned that first-hand the other night when I said yes and let him fuck me in the bathroom.
“We should work on our story, make sure we're both on the same page. We can tell people we met at a charity event.” I'm trying like hell to divert all of this, all of his sexual energy and wanton need in his eyes.
My eyes scan around his body, searching for an exit, but I can't find one. Phade's hot skin is so close to mine, I can see the sweat as it trickles down his chest, following all the sharp angles and hard ridges.
His chest flexes, forcing me to dart my eyes back to his, and the knowing grin on his face. “Like what you see?”
“Can we please just focus on our back story, and how we met at a charity event?”
Lifting a hand to either side of my head, Phade boxes me in, lowering his face so his lips hover over my cheek. “That doesn't sound like me at all,” he says, his warm breath rolling across my cheek, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“I think it will work.” The words barely squeak out loud enough to be heard.
“It won't.”
I can feel his lips. They're not on my skin yet, but they're so close I can imagine them there, kissing me, tasting me, pleasuring me.
“Why not?” I ask, my voice tense as I try to force the dirty thoughts away.
You could fuck him here, no one will know but us two.
The small devil on my shoulder is giving me advice and I'm trying so damn hard to ignore him. But it's hard, fuck, it's so damn hard. I can feel my chest starting to arch into his, as my breathing picks up and my pussy grows wet.
“Because it's not me.” Resting on his forearm, Phade starts to tease the trim of my blouse. He's pinching the hem, running his fingers back and forth at my waistline.
“Is being you, all the partying and drinking, worth losing it all?”
Phade's lips slip over the shell of my ear and my eyes shut instantly. “I'll always be me, no one can change that. The person you are is burned into every piece of your body, from your pores to the very cells that make them up.” The tips of his fingers run across the curve of my shoulder, moving down the outside of my arm. Tangling his fingers with mine, he tilts his head. “But now you've got me wondering.”
“Wondering what?” My voice is nothing but air as he runs his hand up my throat and lifts my chin toward the ceiling.
“Do you know who you are?” Placing a tender kiss on the underside of my throat, I moan on instinct.
Biting my bottom lip, I wait, anxiously craving for him to keep going. Phade kisses my neck again, moving lower. His mouth tickles across my chest, fluttering light kisses along the way. Exhaling hard, his hand moves down over my breast, slipping over my stomach and coming to rest on my hip.
Pressing up onto my toes, my body leans forward, being pulled like a moth to a flame. My nipples are hard and sensitive, scraping the inside of my bra as my pussy throbs and my belly fills with butterflies.
And just like that, as quickly as he was there, Phade's gone. The heat off his body dissolves as he takes several steps back. Opening my eyes, he's unwrapping his hands from my waist.
“Dinner tonight, you and me.” Balling up the tape from his fists, he tosses it into the garbage and starts to walk away.
“Wait—” I call out, stunned and confused as my body comes down from the high he's sending it on. “Dinner?”
“Yeah, dinner, you know, when two people sit down and eat food together.” Phade turns and is walking backward, his smile thick and amused.
“Dinner where?” I'm still confused, not exactly sure how we got to this point at all.
“I'll send a car for you, seven o'clock, be ready.”
Then he's gone, disappearing behind a blue door.
And I'm left wondering what the hell just happened?
I went into work to get shit in order, but I'm leaving with soaking wet panties and dinner plans with Phade Manson.
This day isn't going how I planned at all.
6
Phade
The limo pulls up to her building, and I feel my nerves as they stir with