That’s what he wants. He wants me to swoon and fall into his lap, preferably mouth first. I’ll touch him, I’ll suck him off, I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me, but he’s not going to make me fawn.
Hastily, I push down the blanket and let Crosby snake one hand inside the open bathrobe.
I’m so tired; maybe I’ll even let him play while I sleep. That could happen, right?
However, I know I’m lying to myself. How can I sleep with Crosby slowly, almost sweetly, swiping his hand down my cleavage, then brushing that palm over my right breast. His hand is big, but I can feel my breast overflowing it.
“You’re so beautiful, Leela.”
He’s trying to get to me, but it will not work. I say nothing but silently wish for him to hurry up and get to the good part. This teasing is torture. Oh, but he enjoys making me suffer. I’ve seen how he looks at me, like I’m a toy to be bandied about, and he’s a big cat. His thumb plays over my nipple, coaxing it into a rigid nub. It’s exciting and delicious, despite me trying to keep a cool head about it. Still, I don’t moan. Moaning was a mistake I made while we were kissing. It put all the wrong ideas into his head.
“Let go, Leela,” he says in my ear, sending a heat current through my skin. I’m relieved that the lights are off, so he can’t see how red my cheeks are.
“Let go of what?”
“Whatever is up your juicy, quivering ass.”
Saucily, I wiggle against him through the blankets, noting the massive erection that presses against my cheeks, which seems to have grown by inches since the first time I noticed it.
“Seems to me, you’re the only thing trying to get up my ass.”
“Not yet. But by Sunday, you’ll be begging me to go there, Kitten.”
This has me sitting up straight, knocking his hands away from me.
“No, sir. And I’m not your kitten.”
Crosby doesn’t try to touch me again, but his voice sends flames licking all over my skin. “Relax. You have a choice in the matter. I said you’d be begging for it, not that I’d be coercing you into it.”
“Believe me, none of this is my choice,” I say.
“It’s not, huh?”
I cluck my tongue at him. “You paid for me to be here.”
“Look, if you’re uncomfortable, we can call the whole thing off.”
What the hell is he playing at? He insists I come home with him for the weekend, and now he’s telling me I can go?
“There’s no way I believe you’ll let me walk out that door.”
He sighs, and I hear rustling. The bed creaks and I see his upright outline in the darkness. Crosby stretches lazily, then he shuffles across the room. I hear the sound of metal scraping against metal, a creak of hinges. “Fine, then. Go.”
I squint at the silhouette created by the security light on the landing outside. “You’re kicking me out? It’s four a.m.”
“You’re evidently uncomfortable with keeping up your end of the bargain, so you can go. And I’ll take my money back. I’m sure the foundation will understand.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss.
“Yeah, girl. That’s exactly what my hands will be doing as soon as you leave. The sooner, the better.”
“Why are you being so disgusting?” I throw off the blankets and scramble around for my clothes. “And to think I thought I’d broken through to the sweet side. Where are my clothes?”
“Oh. They’re in my hamper.”
“Excuse me?”
“Did you want me to leave them on the floor?”