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“What’s the deal?” I question as his hands pet the sides of my hips, burning into the thin material.
“Finish your food. You eating is the most important part of this date, but you’re not to move. If you remain standing, my hands will only ever touch your legs, but if you sit, you’re mine to play with.”
His proposition douses me in gasoline.
My tired legs threaten to buckle, given how lethargic they already are from the amount of work I’ve put them through the last few weeks. In tandem, the image of this man slowly bringing me to bliss twice in one day makes my weighted limbs feel like cement.
Still, I’ll never bow down to healthy competition, even if I know the odds aren’t in my favor.
“Deal.”
My heart flutters as his hands skate up and down my legs.
How did we get here? It took one touch from Jett Parker to have me making deals with him that I know I won’t be able to fulfill.
I promised myself I wouldn’t ever give a man control over me again, that I’d fight until my last breath to protect myself, yet when it’s him, I give him all control.
“Eat up.” The mischievous grumble is louder than the steady hunger pain tumbling through my stomach.
Obeying, I bend at the hips, angling my ass right in his face. My fork forcefully pokes into the plate of Brussels sprouts, and I get a generous amount, directing a path right into my mouth.
The char of the veggie mixed with the sweet glaze has a moan escaping as I chew. Another satisfied sound crawls up my throat as Jett’s warm hands move from my hips to the globes of my ass, kneading the rounded flesh.
“How’s it taste?” he whispers, although the question sounds like it could be for both of us.
“Delicious,” I quip, unsure of what I like more.
The unreal taste of this five-star meal, or the delectable touch of his hands stroking my ass.
“Yeah, those are one of my favorites. Keep eating.”
Taking several more bites, I finish the entire tray of Brussels sprouts, not wanting to leave a crumb for Jett.
Fuck, I’ll dream of those.
Next, a plate of steak, cut into small strips, is ahead of me. Drenched in the most perfect-looking herb sauce. Bringing the plate toward me, I dive right in—no fork, just straight cavewoman.
I haven’t eaten this much in what feels like months, and I’m trying to stop my body from feeling completely overstimulated by the amount of pleasure it’s experiencing.
“Good choice. I’ve had my eye on that one all night.”
“W-Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m saving my appetite.”
His hands move from my ass.
In a smooth transition, his once bruise-worthy pressure becomes feather-like, tracing the exposed length of my spine.
“I’m going to stop eating if you don’t eat something.”
“Trust me, Sofia baby, I’m going to eat something before the night’s over.”
His finger reaches the underside of my right ass cheek. Lifting just slightly, he brings his face to the small but muscular curve of my ass and steals a quick bite.
“Ouch, what the fuck?” I jerk toward him.
Before I can stop myself, my years of trained balance betray me, and I stumble right onto his lap. Coming face to face with my lustful nightmare, Jett grins like he just won the fucking lottery.
