“What’s your name, beautiful?”
She narrows her eyes. “Elena.”
“I’m Tony.”
Elena accepts her drink from the bartender and takes a long sip. “Listen, I’m not in the mood.”
Yeah, right. That’s the most feeble brush-off I’ve ever heard.
I raise my eyebrow, toying with her. “In the mood for what?”
Long, brown hair swings in front of her tits as she leans toward me with a half-drunken smile. “For you to list reasons why I should go home with you.”
“There’s only one reason, actually.”
“Yeah?”
My voice lowers to a slow growl. “I think that you’ve had a very long day, and you’re desperate for a nice, thick cock to pound your pussy. You want a reason? I’ll give you one. I’ll fuck you so hard and good that your clit’s going to feel my cock thrusting underneath long after I’m gone.”
She coughs into her drink, her cheeks blazing like a fire engine. “Wow. Does that line ever work for you?”
It clearly did. Despite her unimpressed tone, she keeps her face buried in her drink. I can see the way she presses her thighs together, and the color of her cheeks says it all, really.
“Sometimes. So far, I think it’s working pretty well on you.”
She snorts into her drink and shifts in her seat, her leg bumping into mine. “Well, you got my attention.”
The slight touch of her leg against my slacks makes me think of having her naked, our bodies intertwined. Blood pounds in my head and I can’t think of anything else but the desire roaring through my veins.
Keep it together.
“Are you actually good in bed, or is it all bullshit?”
The way she shivers under my gaze gets my cock so goddamn hard. “Ask around, sweetheart. I’m a great fuck, any girl will tell you that.”
“Hm—that’s not very enticing.”
“Why, because I’ve fucked around?” Disappointment seethes my insides. I can’t stand prudes, but she doesn’t seem like one. A small smile lingers on her lips. Teasing. She’s teasing me. “I’ll make you come on my tongue and lick every drop from your sweet pussy.”
Her face heats up like a lamp and she hurriedly swallows the rest of her glass, sputtering slightly. A drop lands on her tits, and I’m tempted to lean over and lick it right off.
“What makes you think you can talk to me like that?”
“I’m sorry, hon. You told me you weren’t in the mood so I thought I’d get right to it. I’ll make you forget every asshole who didn’t treat you like the goddess you are. Is that what you want to hear?”
“You should have started out with that one.”
Her eyelids flutter as I reach out and touch her shoulder. That thin little strap just begs to be ripped off. Elena looks at my hand and her lips part slightly. Fuck, it’s hot.
“I like to cut to the chase. Life’s too short to spend it talking about bullshit.”
“Me too. And the answer is no.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re coming home with me tonight.”
She cocks her head and crosses her legs. “I’m not interested.”
“Your body tells me something different.”
Then she raises a middle finger with a shadow of a grin ghosting her face. “How about now? What is my body telling you right now?”
My chest shakes with laughter at this little spitfire. “It tells me that you like the chase.”
“Uh-huh.”
She rolls her eyes again at me, brushing an errant strand from her head, and I catch her wrist in mine. Elena sucks in her breath slightly and blood rushes to my chest when I feel her heartbeat through her skin.
“You like the filthy shit I keep whispering in your ear. Admit it.”
“Maybe I do, but I’m still not interested.”
She says one thing, but doesn’t make a move to pull from my grasp. Like a flower starved of sunlight, she opens up to me. Wants more. There’s a vein jumping in her neck: I. Want. Him.
A flash of irritation sears my chest. “You have a boyfriend, right?”
Elena sips her drink quietly.
“Fuck him. Come home with me instead.”
“He’s more like an asshole ex.” Her eyes darken at the mention of him.
Ah, even better.
“Didn’t I tell you? I’ll make you forget about him.”
Her eyes shine like dark gems as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling as if she dares to believe.
Fuck, I want to get closer to this girl, but I want her without all the guys gawking at her, so I stand up.
“Take your drink. C’mon.”
“Where are we—?”
I take her hand and pull her from the bar stools, bringing her to the back rooms with VIP booths. The noise drops away slightly as we enter the mostly deserted VIP room. I sit down, still holding her hand. She looks hesitant, but my smile wins her over. It always wins them over.