“Rett—”
His finger upon my lips again stopped my words.
“There is one more nonnegotiable requirement: you will take my name, marry me.”
My skirt was in my grasp. With each of his declarations, I’d balled the material higher and higher until it was a soft roll above my waist, showing my black lace panties, bare legs, and high heels.
Rett took a step back, scanning the lace. “Touch yourself.”
Heat slid up my neck to my cheeks, no doubt bringing a glow of pink to my skin.
“Oh, my little Emma, now is not the time to be bashful. Did you not hear what I just said?”
Biting my lip, I nodded and peered about.
This dining room was private, but how private?
Before I could voice my concern, Rett continued, his deep voice commanding my attention. “My request is not the issue. It could have been for you to bend over the table, flatten your breasts, and bare your perfect round ass to me. No matter the request, what matters is your immediate obedience. Quite simply put, you will do as I say and be rewarded or hesitate and be punished. I’m not a man who repeats himself.”
I couldn’t describe what had come over me since meeting this man, other than an overwhelming mixture of shock, yearning, and desire. The idea of punishment at his hands didn’t deter me. I wasn’t afraid of him, and yet I had an unmistakable desire to please him.
My hand slid under the waistband of my panties as my legs parted. A small whimper escaped my lips as I found my own damp core.
“Show me.” His tenor had dropped from moments ago, now ladened with the huskiness of lust.
I pulled my hand out of the confines of my panties.
Rett reached for it, lifting my fingers to his lips and sucking. His cheeks rose and a grin formed. “Delicious, as I suspected.”
Before I could form a response, he was kneeling before me, removing my panties as his warm breath skirted my sensitive skin. My gaze darted to the door, afraid the servers would return, when all at once, his mouth covered my core, his teeth nipping my swollen clit and his tongue delving within me.
“Oh,” I cried out, my hands going to his dark hair, weaving my fingers through his mane for support as more sounds and indistinguishable words filled the air. I let out a gust of air as an orgasm threatened to double me forward. Such as a freight train barreling through a dark night, the overwhelming explosion came over me suddenly and without warning.
Though I’d come, Rett didn’t stop. It was clear that he too had been starving, and I was his feast. My mind remembered I didn’t have multiple orgasms, but my body was a different story. Ravenously he nibbled and sucked. His hands held to my behind, pulling me closer.
The second orgasm was stronger than the first.
I called out his name—Rett—this man I barely knew.
My body trembled with the aftershocks as I struggled for breath on weakened knees. Rett stood, allowing my skirt to cascade to my ankles before scooping me into his arms, cradling me against his solid chest, and taking me back to the chair where I had been seated. When our eyes met, I bashfully asked, “My panties?”
“No. I want you bare and available to me at all times.”
I nodded.
It wasn’t a confirmation of my acceptance as much as my acknowledgment that he’d spoken.
With a chaste kiss, one that left my own essence on my lips, Rett pushed the chair back to the table and returned to his seat.
My hands shook as I reached for my glass of wine. The red liquid quivered as I brought the glass to my lips. After consuming a generous portion, I stared beyond the candles to the man now casually dining upon his meal. A forkful of shrimp and an oyster on a cracker—it was as if we hadn’t just…My head shook as I found my voice. “Let me get this straight. Ross made you a deal regarding me?”
“No.”
“No?”
Rett dabbed the napkin at the corner of his lips, the same lips that had just brought me to ecstasy—twice.
“After both an in-depth conversation with your friend and my own diligent research, I contacted Mr. Underwood again and offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse.”