Page 12 of Power Play Rivals
My chest heaves with every panted breath as I try to count down the seconds, praying that the timer goes off before I do.
Sensing where my mind is at, Trent leans again to my ear, his teeth purposely grazing my earlobe.
“You know… I’ve always wondered what you would look like when you came,” he provokes.
“Guess you’ll never know,” I muster to say, annoyed, though when my hands grasp onto the edge of the marble countertop, needing to keep myself tethered, he knows I’m full of bullshit.
“I have to admit that isn’t all I wondered about you,” he adds, his husky voice only heightening the burning need inside me.
“Oh?” I half say, half whimper.
“Hmm,” he hums in response, utterly unfazed that his hand is completely up my dress, his fingers soaked in my juices. “Since that first day you came into my office, you left one hell of an impression. But that’s not all you left. You were wearing this perfume that smelled like magnolias. Sweet and tart at the same time. It got me wondering if all of you smelled like that.”
“Again, you will never know.
“Quite the contrary, kitten. In about ten seconds, you’re about to come all over my fingers, and I’m going to have my very first taste of how sweet you truly are.”
“Cocky much?”
I know.
It’s an infantile comeback.
But let’s face it, this isn’t exactly one of my proudest moments, so…
“Aw, kitten,” he dares to sink his teeth into my earlobe before drawing his face back to mine. “The only way you would have won was if my cock had been in this equation. I wouldn’t have made you come in such little time. I’d make you beg for it. On hands and knees, kitten. For hours on end. And you’d love it.”
Oh, dear lord almighty!
The threat in his eyes of how he’d make me beg for it in tandem with the increased pressure on my clit is what tips me over the edge.
My teeth dig deep into my bottom lip, keeping my orgasmic wail from piercing through the large venue. My heart jackhammers in my chest as the world tilts on its axis from this unexpected orgasm that Trent so easily pulled from my body.
This man is the devil.
That’s the only explanation I can come up with that makes sense.
With heavy lids, my gaze lifts to look at his unaffected face. I want to kick myself for being so goddamn stupid in letting myself be baited into such a thing, especially when he looks right as rain.
Like none of it even made a dent on him.
“I win,” he says unceremoniously before turning his back to the crowd of partygoers and facing the bar counter.
Just as he’s about to pick up his whiskey glass, he stops to run the two digits—that he used to play with my pussy—over the condensation on the glass and then place them into his mouth, taking his sweet ass time to suck on them.
“Just like I imagined. Decadently sweet.”
Fucker.
My nostrils flare, disappointed in myself, not only for losing but also for being so weak-willed.
Way to go, Piper.
You sure showed him.
In less than one minute flat, he had me seeing stars.
And now all I feel is bereft and hollow.