"Angel, don't." His fingers brush my thigh. "I can't think straight when I'm jealous."
And if he can't think straight, everyone here is going to know we're fucking. And it's going to get back to Daisy.
Tattoo artists gossip like middle school girls.
"Would you do it now?" I ask. "The tattoo?"
He shakes his head. "Too tired. Won't do it right." He motions to the office. "But I do have an idea."
"Oh?"
"About how you can earn it."
Fuck.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Luna
About how you can earn it.
He lets it hang in the air. Expand to fill the space. To make the entire room warm and inviting.
Yes.
Hell yes.
Every. Single. Yes.
I nod.
He motions to the office again.
I motion to the still occupied suite. Patrick and a cute chick getting something on her wrist. They're halfway done. Unlikely to stop and enter the office.
But they're still here.
Oliver drops his voice to a whisper. "Would you rather wait?"
I shake my head. No.
"Good." His eyes light up. He takes my hand. Leads me to the office.
A tiny space. A desk, an ergonomic chair, and cheap white cabinet, this long stretch of empty wall.
A lot of options.
I press my back against the door. Click the lock. "I have to earn it."
"Yeah." He brings his hand to my hip. "You'll have to find some way to convince me."
My voice drops to something low and breathy. "How can I do that?"
"You're a creative girl." He slips his hand between my legs. "I'm sure you'll think of something."
He's letting me lead the… whatever this is.
A role play, I guess. I've never tried it before. I've thought about plenty of scenarios, but I've never acted on one.
"What do you want?" I drop my voice to a tone that's soft. Obedient.
"What do you think?" He rocks forward until his hard-on presses against my stomach.
My breath catches in my throat. Fuck, that already feels good.
"You did this to me, angel." He wraps his fingers around my wrist. Brings my hand to his cock. "You make me this hard."
I cup him over his jeans.
"Make me this fucking crazy." He leans down to press his lips to mine. He kisses me hard and deep.
So much I can't breathe.
So much I can't sense anything but the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body.
When he pulls back, I'm dizzy. Already lost in how badly I want him. Already fading into this game we're playing.
He takes a half-step backward. "You're wearing my jacket."
"Yes."
"Yes, sir."
My sex clenches. "Yes, sir."
"You know what that does to me? Seeing you in my clothes? When I can't touch you?"
I nod.
"Take it off."
I slide it off my shoulders. Toss it on the desk.
He takes another step backward. "Now the dress."
I reach down. Pull it over my head. Drop it on the floor.
His pupils dilate. He looks me up and down slowly, stopping to marvel at my matching bra and panties. Black mesh. The sexiest thing I own. "You wore that for me, angel?"
"Yes."
"To torture me?"
"To please you." I push off the wall. Press my body against his. One hand around his waist, the other against his cock. "That's all I want, sir. I want to please you." I rub him over his jeans. Softly at first.
Then hard enough he groans.
"Is that what you want, sir?" I keep the same pressure. "Do you want me to wear lingerie for you?"
He nods.
"To strip for you?"
He nods.
"To cause this… situation." I find his zipper. Pull it down.
"Fuck."
"I make you hard."
"And leave me that way." He brings his hand to my ass. Pulls my body into his. "Bad girl."
"What is it you say?" I almost break character. "Great power. Great responsibility."
"Fuck." He does break character. He chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't make me laugh."
"Why not?"
"Bad girl." He says it in his usual voice. The one that's all teasing.
"I am." I slip my hand into his jeans. Rub him over his boxers. Only that one tiny layer of fabric between my hand and his cock. "But you already know that."
He nods.
"You love that I drive you crazy."
"Yeah."
"That I make you hard."
"Yeah."
"And leave you to wait and wait and wait… until I release you." I find the opening in his boxers. Run my thumb over his tip.
"Fuck," he breathes.
"You want this."
He nods.
"I'm doing it for you, sir." I look up at him. "Because I want to please you." I run my thumb over him again. Then I release him. Shift back enough to do away with my bra.
His eyes go wide as I slide off my panties.
"You are right. It's cruel… to cause this situation and leave you alone with it."
"It is." He nods. "You have great power—" He almost laughs.
"Great responsibility." I smile. It's funny. It's ridiculous. But there's enough truth in it it's really fucking hot.
I do drive Oliver wild. I do make him hard. And he does suffer with pent-up desire until he finally fucks himself.