“What happened to you taking Glyn Morris?” I asked, and she laughed her bitchy little chuckle.
“We both know Glyn Morris will never give it like you do. Nobody does. Such a fucking travesty that nobody ever gives it like you do.”
It would have been so easy to slam my lips against hers and take my fill, just like the other billion fucking times she’d come here and laid it on a platter.
Her hand slipped lower. Much fucking lower. “Come on, Miles. Don’t play the prude. We both know you want it like I do.”
But this time she was wrong.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from my suit trousers. “I’m sure Glyn Morris is wanting it pretty hard tonight, you should go over to his.”
Her mouth was a pout. “Glyn Morris can keep wanting. It’s you I want.”
She wrenched her hand away from my grip and for that one moment I let her. Her fingers pressed to my cock through my pants, and I gritted my teeth.
Part of me said I should give it to her. Part of me thought it would be the best way forward by a clear mile, just for the sliver of a chance to forget about Faith Martin for five fucking minutes.
“Come on, Miles,” she said. “We both know you want me. You always do.”
But no. I didn’t. Not this time.
I shook my head, my eyes hard on hers. “Not anymore, I don’t.”
She laughed. An actual fucking laugh, right in my face. “Trying to play hardball?” Her pause was enough for her to step away and pull her coat belt free. “I guess I need to bring out the weaponry then.”
Oh fuck, did she know the weaponry. I held back a grunt as she dropped the coat from her shoulders.
The blouse was just the way I liked it, pure white and nipped in so tight at the waist. The skirt was pleated just right, in its navy blue tartan pattern. But it was the tie. The way it fit so snugly, hanging down just right between her tits.
She was the least convincing schoolgirl in the whole fucking world, but that didn’t matter. My dick sprung into life, balls aching at the sight.
But it wasn’t Erica Tate I was thinking about standing there in that filthy little outfit. It was my sweet little Faith. Of course it was – those blue eyes so needy across that saleroom, just begging to be dressed up like a naughty little girl in her old Arlock Academy school uniform.
“I knew this would be a winner,” Erica laughed. “You really are one filthy sonofabitch, Miles. Schoolgirl never fails with you, you dirty prick.”
I pulled my stare away, shooting my attention back at the bourbon, but it didn’t matter. She closed the distance right back up in a flash, her breath hard in my face,
“Come on, sir. Put this dirty little girl over your knee and teach her a lesson.”
If only Erica Tate was the dirty little girl I wanted, life would be so much simpler.
She sighed. “Come on, Miles. How much harder do I have to work for it? Really want me to play this fucking hard for a piece of your dick?”
I closed my eyes when she dropped to her knees, and again it would have been so easy. So fucking simple. But even so, I just couldn’t take it.
Erica’s fingers had barely closed on my belt buckle when I pulled away and moved to the opposite side of the kitchen. It was then that she knew. Really fucking knew.
Her eyes were like daggers as she got to her feet.
“You’re really fucking serious?! You’re really not going to fuck me?”
I held up a hand. “Go to Glyn Morris, I’m sure he’s waiting for his fill.”
It was a hiss that came from her mouth. Her usual tone. “I don’t want Glyn fucking Morris, Miles. I want you.”
My eyes must have said it all when they met hers. Her lips parted, her glare registering the truth in mine.
“Holy fucking shit, you’re really serious,” she said, and grabbed her coat from the floor. “I can’t believe you’re really fucking serious.”
In some ways, neither could I.
She pulled the coat tight around her and re-fastened the belt. “Is this about someone else? Have you met someone?”
How I wished the answer was fucking no, but my gut twisted and fucking lurched, hating myself for what I really wanted.
I shook my head, not quite believing this was happening.
“I haven’t fucked anyone else,” I said. “Really, there’s been nothing between us for months. I really didn’t think it was a big fucking deal.”
She shot a look at the ceiling. “You’re always a big fucking deal in the fucking bedroom, and you fucking know it. Don’t think this is some fucking Shakespearean love affair on my part,” she snapped. “This is about your dick and me wanting to take it. Nothing more. You’re not worth shit besides your fucking dick, Miles.”