It takes me only a second to make my mind, and I look at him from under my lashes as I ask, "How private are we talking about?"
There's a slight pause, and then the billionaire's lips curve. "I thought you'd be a lot shyer."
"I was never shy," I say breathlessly, "but I've never been the type to play with fire."
"Because of me?"
His question makes my heart race, but even though I now have this one last chance to change my mind and play it safe, in the end I still end up hear myself say, "Yes."
Nicolaas
Women have been throwing themselves at me since my dick got past ten inches in length, and many of them were extraordinarily beautiful creatures. None of them, however, made me feel as fucking horny...as the moment I hear Francesca say that one word.
Yes.
My grip on her hand tightens, and her breath catches.
"I like the way you're looking at me, Mr. Verhaege."
"I like that you like it," I purr, "but what I'll like even more is if you start calling me Nic."
A playful smile teases over her lips. "Is that your first order?"
God, she's hot.
This is almost painful for me to admit, but the women I've fucked over the years merely thought of flirting as choosing clothes that were designed to arouse a man's desire. None of them had the brains to appreciate the sensual power inherent in words, much less have the skills to seduce without letting a man fuck one of their holes.
Francesca, however...
She's the first woman to make me want her with just words, and it has me pulling her close so I can whisper into her ear—-
"Yes, Francesca."
I feel her shiver at the sound of her name on my lips, but this only makes me feel more possessive.
"That's my first order, and if I ever hear you call me Mr. Verhaege again, I'll be forced to punish you." I straighten back to my full height. "Got that?"
Francesca responds to this with a provocative little smile just before nodding, and I realize it's her way of being rebellious. She still isn't calling me Nic, but neither has she called me by anything else.
We start walking after that, and more and more people start turning our way.
"If the attention bothers you, just focus on me."
"Are you being protective," she asks teasingly, "or possessive?"
"Which do you prefer?"
Francesca gives me another look from under her lashes. "The latter, of course."
Her voice is soft and seductive, but it's the candidness of her reply that makes my cock start swelling behind my pants, and when I hear her gasp—-
"All because of you, I'm afraid."
Francesca chokes and laughs at the same time. "This is so surreal."
"Is it?"
"Do you not care at all about the fact that everyone now knows..."
"I've been sporting an erection since the moment I saw you."
The words almost have her stumbling, but I catch her in time. "Careful, sweetheart." I finally have an excuse to release her hand so I can curve my arm around her waist and pull her close.
"I thought you were lying earlier," she confides.
"I wasn't."
"Wow."
Her candor shouldn't have come as a surprise by now, but it still catches me off guard, and I'm unable to keep my lips from twitching.
"If you need more convincing on how attractive I find you, then perhaps you'd like to feel for yourself just how hard—-"
Francesca turns red when my meaning becomes clear, and she says quickly, "No thanks."
"Are you certain?"
"I'm very, very convinced that you find me attractive."
"Can you prove it?"
The whispered words make Francesca bite her lip, and my cock goes wild behind my pants.
"How?"
I bend my head to tell her what I have in mind, and Francesca's eyes widen as she hears me out.
"Can you do that?"
She doesn't answer right away, and I start to wonder if I've pushed her too fucking far. I consider taking the words back, but it's then I hear her say—-
"Yes, Nic."
I just fucking love it when she says my name like that.
"I can do something like that, and I'll do it, too...just for you."
She's teasing me again, but I also know she means every word.
"I love how obedient you sound," I purr.
"Then that makes us a perfect match," Francesca answers in that same sweet, teasing tone, "since I also happen to like how masterful you sound."
The words nearly do me in, but since I can't fuck her just yet, I'm forced to satisfy myself with another quick nip of her fingers.
"Ouch!"
"I'll bite your nipple next time," I growl under my breath, "if you keep teasing me like that."
"But I was just telling the truth," she says with a pout.
"Then just lie to me if you have to," I retort, "and save the truth for the bedroom."
Francesca laughs, but because I'm so hungry for her at this point, even the sound of it makes me want to order Francesca to get down on her knees and suck my dick.