I lean against a brick wall outside of the event hall. If I were a smoker, I’d be smoking at least two cigarettes at once right now.

“Car’s here.” Kaija comes down the steps and I pace up beside her, peeking around her to see if she’s alone. “No worries, it’s just us.”

A limo pulls up, and I raise a brow. She shrugs, stepping in when I open the door. When we’re settled in, she turns to me.

“My dad has it for the night since there were a few of us, but he’s staying later so it’ll come back for him.”

“I didn’t realize you were spoiled. I knew you were a brat, just not an actual spoiled brat.” I lean my head back against the leather seat, pressing the button to raise the partition.

“I’m not spoiled. Just…fortunate.” She unstraps her heels and tosses her feet up on the seat, raising her hands to her hair.

“Did your sister train with special tactics groups?”

She giggles, actually giggles, and removes some round looking thing from her hair and sits it on the seat. I grab it up, studying it.

“What is this?”

“It helps shape my hair into a bun.”

“Your hair doesn’t do that on its own?” I narrow my eyes, squishing the piece. It’s made of some type of foam. Women are weird.

“Nope.”

I pull at it, seeing if it has any give to it. “This feels like the padding inside my helmet.”

“Can you stop accosting my bun piece? That’d be great.”

“I need something for my hands to do, I still feel shaky from General Banks.” I tease, moving away when she reaches for the foam.

“Stop being annoying.” She stretches for the piece again and when I move back this time, her own momentum sends her right up against me and I drop the foam to the floor. I fill my hands with her gorgeous ass and pull her into me.

“Thanks, my hands are much happier now.”

“Last time I was in your lap, you said some stupid things.”

“And you walked away. But this time, you don’t really have anywhere to go.” I kiss her bare shoulder, lingering.

“Don’t think I won’t open that door and roll right on out.” She’s saying that, but she’s hiking her dress up, settling herself more comfortably across my thighs.

“What address did you give the driver?”

“Mine.”

“How far away is that?” I gather her slightly wavy hair in my hand, tugging her head back just enough to kiss the underside of her jaw.

“Probably 30 minutes now.” Her thighs clench around mine when I bite at her skin, and my blood’s heating up.

“That’s enough time.”

“For what?”

“For me to tell you, and maybe show you a little bit, exactly how this is going to go.”

“If you’re going to do that high-handed thing again, I’m calling a halt to this.” Her words lose credibility when she lets a small moan escape.

“I’ll make you a fair deal. If you don’t come before we get to your place, I’ll do whatever you say tonight without question. If you do, you have to do everything I say without question.”

She pulls away, looking at me skeptically. She’s got that glowy stuff on her face too. It makes her look like she’s…radiating light or something. Whatever it is, it’s sexy. “You’re serious? Whatever I say?”

“Are you really questioning my skills? Is your memory bad?”

“You caught me on a good day and I was sexually deprived?”

“Is that a statement or a question?”

“Both?” She laughs, and I can’t help but kiss her because she’s just so damn alluring. It feels good to just act, to just do what I feel. Not think about the other shit right now.

“Your time’s running out.” She whispers, and I topple her onto the leather seat, pushing her dress up her legs.

“I’ve always worked well under pressure.”

* * *

“20 minutes, my ass.” I grumble, waiting on Kaija to unlock her door.

“Apparently you don’t work so well under pressure.” She’s highly amused, and I scowl and follow her inside.

Thought that was a bet I would easily win, dammit.

“Don’t take it too hard, I probably won’t come every-time you know. But I definitely still enjoyed it.” She grins. “And the offended look on your face when the car stopped.”

“That driver clearly overheard us and drove faster to sabotage me.”

“Go ahead and get all of your caveman out now, because tonight, I’m your daddy.” She thumps her chest with a fist and I groan, leaning my head against the wall. Shit.

“Just get it over with already. Do with me what you will.” No sense prolonging it. I don’t know with Kaija, the woman isn’t predictable. I don’t know if she’s gonna make me clean her house, or crawl around and bark like a dog for video, or go for something sexual.

I’m a little scared.

I think…I have a fear boner.

The smile on her face is devious, and she comes toward me, hair falling around her shoulders and eyes bright. I feel stupid, because all I keep thinking is how much I like her face.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Unfortunately for you, I am completely willing to torture the both of us at your expense. Call it finishing out your sentence for apologizing too late.”

“You’re not allowed to get off at any point tonight. There will be no fooling around no matter what, and you’re not allowed to touch me if I don’t say you can touch me first.”

“And if I break any of those rules?”

“You get a tattoo of my name in the place of my choosing or a piercing in the place of my choosing.”

My mouth drops. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“Would I kid about something like this?” With those words, she starts to unzip the side of her dress and it falls to the ground.

She’s not wearing anything underneath it.

I turn around to face the wall and lean my forehead against it.

“What are you doing?” She’s laughing, the demon.

“Ignoring you.”

“That’s not very nice.” I can smell her perfume as she comes closer, and I tense when I feel her lean against my back. She puts her hands on my shoulders, and slides my jacket down my arms, dropping it to the floor.

“Why are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“I want you to feel a little bit of how I’ve felt from the start. Out of control.”

I turn, not believing what I’m hearing. “You think this has just been easy?” I start to touch her but remember her edict, groaning as she unbuttons my dress shirt and lets it join my jacket.

“This is a very nice chest. And you’ve been so confident and unaffected.” She strokes her hands over my abdomen and I take a breath, watching her face. She hesitates when she reaches my pants and I laugh.

“No, please continue to make both of our nights hell.”

“You think I won’t?” She challenges, undoing my belt.

“I know you will, and I’m not looking forward to it. But a piercing of your choosing scares me even more.”

What if she…god. I don’t even want to think about it.

“Come to bed.” She pushes my pants off my hips and I step out of them, now only in boxers and a raging erection, trailing after her like a puppy on a leash.

“Can we tweak these rules a little?” If it sounds like I’m close to begging already, it’s because I am.

“Nope. And I’m gonna help you not give in to temptation. On your back, sweet-cheeks.” What kind of twilight zone have I walked into?

Maybe a piercing wouldn’t be so bad.

I lie back in bed and stare at the ceiling, then prop on my elbow and stare at my dick. He’s betraying me right now. Our manhood is being thrown into question and the only thing my dick is worried about is the fact that Kaija’s sweet ass is within reach.

You know what? I’m a weak man. Fuck it.

Kaija’s reaching for something at the top of her closet, and I cage her there. “I forfeit. You win.”

“That is not how this is supposed to go.” She tries to wiggle away and I lift her, transferring her to the bed face down.

I move her hair off her neck, kissing her there and moving down her back. “Tell me no, and I’ll let you have your way.”

She turns her head, eyeing my skeptically as I shape her ass in my hands. God, such a nice, full ass.

“Really?”

“Hell no, but tell me if you don’t want this, period.” I’m straddling her legs, and still my hands, waiting on her answer. “I don’t want there to be any question that this is what we both want.”

“Look at you, you sound so mature.” She arches her back, rising up on her hands and knees. She sits back fully, her back to my chest and bracing her hands on my thighs. “Yes.”

Thank god.

“Yes, what?” I cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

“Yes, now?” She rotates her hips playfully, and I pinch her nipples until she exhales hard.

“Try again.”

“Yes, please.” She mocks sweetly.

Minx.