West barks a laugh. “No. I felt the same way when I first saw it. It’s literally just ... stones.”
I nod and plop down on the bed.
We’d ambled in around sunset and parted, agreeing to meet at seven for dinner.
“How do you think it went?”
“I understand why he’s been hesitating. Alby has pulled some shady things in the past, and it’s made Scott hesitant. I can’t blame him.”
“He made it clear he likes you, though.” I turn my body to face him on the bed.
“Yes, but I’m only a part of the company, a fairly replaceable part. As CEO, I make good money and wield some power, but it’s not the same as being a partial owner. He knows that.” Walking over to the mini-fridge, he pulls out a glass for whiskey. He pops the top on the mini bottle and empties the amber liquid over the ice.
“Feeling tense?”
“That’s an understatement, sweet one. I don’t feel confident Scott is going to bite.”
“Henceforth, Alby pushing you and Priscila together,” I guess.
His hand tightens around the glass as he brings it to his lips. I watch his throat as he swallows, admiring the bob of his Adam’s apple. I have the strangest desire to lick it.
“I’m offended he thought I’d fall for it. My work speaks for itself.”
My stomach knots. “What are you going to do if Scott walks away from the merger?” Alby made it clear his promotion hinged on this.
“I have to make sure that doesn’t happen.” He continues to sip his drink. “I’m done thinking about that for now. “
“Fair enough.” I slip off the bed. “I need to look into the room debacle anyway.”
His hand shoots out, and he wraps around my wrist. “I told them you’d be fine staying here for the rest of the week.”
“What? Once out of necessity was fine, but an entire week is preposterous.”
“I do love it when you use big words.” He smiles.
“I’m serious.”
He yanks, pulling my body to his. “So am I.” His large hand cups my ass, and I bite back a moan.
“There’s no audience to perform for,” I force the words out.
“I didn’t realize you were such a voyeur.” He massages my ass cheek. “Kinky.”
“You know what I meant.” He nips his way down my throat, and my knees weaken.
“I promised you the full experience. You don’t get to pick and choose.”
“You’re pushing the boundaries.”
“Trust me, sweet one, you can take it.” His tongue twirls around the pulse beat, thrumming a rhythm against my throat. “I actually think you need it.” He pushes his knee between my legs, grazing my core. “You’re wound so tight.” He nudges me again. “I should loosen you up.”
I squeeze my thighs around him, and my pussy gushes.
“Do you know I can feel your heat through our clothes? Are you going to leave a wet spot on Daddy’s leg?”
His words have a drugging effect. Reason drifts away, and pleasure takes over. My hips move of their own accord.
“That’s my good girl. Let Daddy make you feel good.”