Page 107 of By His Vow
“Now,” he says, his fingers still inside me. “Tell me that any of those toys in your top drawer can give you that.”
A cocky smirk appears on his face. He knows how good that was. He knows I can’t.
Arrogant jerk.
I was wrong last night. He isn’t sweet and thoughtful. It was an act. He is the power-hungry, egotistical asshole I had him pegged as.
This time when I shove his hand away, he lets me.
Pulling his fingers from my body, he instantly lifts them to his lips and licks them clean.
My lower stomach tightens with desire, but I force it down as I march into a cubicle before slamming and locking the door as the sound of his laughter ripples through the air.
27
KINGSTON
Iwalk out of the ladies’ bathroom with a shit-eating grin on my face and my dick trying to rip a hole through my pants and collide with the woman who’s been serving our table.
She looks at me, glances at the door I just emerged from, and then back to me again.
“I wasn’t paying attention,” I say seriously.
Her eyes widen as if her brain has just suddenly jumped into action.
“Uh…yeah, sure,” she agrees before practically running for the door that has a staff-only sign on it.
I make use of the facilities, reluctantly washing Tatum’s scent off my fingers before returning to the table.
I want to say that my face is all business, but the second Lorelei glances at me, I know I’m not fooling anyone.
“What’s that look for?” I ask flatly when she grins up at me with a naughty glint in her eyes.
She knows.
“Oh, nothing.”
Her eyes drop to my crotch. I’m sitting at the table; she can’t see anything, but it doesn’t matter.
She knows how much I’m suffering.
“You really are much more giving than I expected you to be.”
“Like I said, never judge a book by its cover.”
“Hmm.” She studies me as she sips her drink.
My first clue that Tatum is returning is when Lorelei’s eyes shift over my shoulder. The second is the shiver of awareness that rips down my spine.
Silence surrounds us as she retakes her seat, reaches for her glass and drains the contents.
“I was going to suggest dessert, but it seems you’ve already had yours,” Lorelei deadpans, making Tatum snort prosecco through her nose.
Exactly as I’d planned, there was a small huddle of press when we finally emerged from the Italian restaurant.
Tatum might have thought it was a coincidence, but in my world, there is no such thing. Everything is planned, calculated, and executed exactly the way I want it.
Jonathan Warner wanted our blossoming relationship to be documented as part of this partnership, and that is exactly what’s going to happen.