He exhales at the ceiling. “And you are the queen of detecting bullshit, as usual.”
“That’s just Vapid Bitch 101,” I joke.
“I always liked that about you,” he says.
I snort. “No, you didn’t.”
“You’re right. Such a bitch move.”
We laugh. We shouldn’t, but we do.
Not sure why I’m so surprised. It’s always been him and me against the world. Why would now be any different?
Robbie pauses, his smile fading as his eyes fall to my lips. It’s a subtle gesture, but one strong enough to make my chest quiver like it did downstairs.
He tilts his head as he leans in for the kiss.
I turn away before we touch. “Rob...”
His face screws up. “I thought that was a moment,” he says, regretful.
“It was, but...” I stand up off the bed. “We shouldn’t.”
I wait for him to argue like he did this morning, to list off even more of my own books to prove me wrong, but he nods instead.
“All right,” he says as he stands.
I blink twice as he steps away from the bed. “All right?” I repeat.
“All right,” he says again.
“That’s all?”
“What else is there?”
“Nothing. I just thought it’d take more convincing, that’s all.”
Robbie smiles. “Mel, I’m never the one who needs convincing.”
I raise a brow. “What?”
His smirk remains as he slides his blazer off and carefully drapes it over the chair by my desk.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He shrugs and says nothing as he opens the cuffs of his shirt.
I deflate. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” he asks.
He rolls up his left sleeve.
“That,” I say, pointing at it.
He tucks it up just below his elbow and moves to the right cuff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.
“The forearm thing!”
He rolls up the second sleeve, revealing the black tattoos along his forearm. “Oh,” he says, briefly flexing, “this forearm thing?”
“Duh! Yes!”
I cross my arms, the only protective armor I have while I try to look anywhere except his amazing arms. Nothing gets me more revved up than a good-looking man with his sleeves rolled up, ready to get the job done. I like it so much, I put this exact scenario in every single one of my books.
Robbie knows that.
He steps forward again.
I step back. “Don’t...”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t come any closer.”
“Why?” he asks, disobeying. “Are you afraid of what I’ll do? Or of what you’ll do?”
“Both!”
He smiles again. “Interesting. Then you agree.”
“Agree with what?”
“That it’s not me, it’s you,” he says. “You want me.”
“I want the idea of you.”
He stops one short pace away from me. “What idea is that? Pleasant, no strings attached sex with a man you know? A man who knows you, inside and out? Who knows your body and can give it exactly what it needs? That idea?”
I pause. “Is that what you want?”
He leans closer, his warm breath grazing my neck as he plants both hands on either side of me, trapping me between him and the wall.
“What I want...” his lips touch my cheek, “is to taste that sweet cunt again.”
My heart skips.
“I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock as I’m filling you full of cum.” He lingers less than an inch away from my lips. “I want you to say my name every time you—”
I kiss him, unable to control myself.
Robbie doesn’t fight it. He wraps his arms around me, our lips locked in the shadowed corner. I grab him by the shirt to pull him closer and he presses his body against mine. I feel his erection digging into my hip as he cups my ass and raises me up. My ankles dangles a few inches above the floor as he takes the few steps back to the bed. He drops me onto it. I shift backward to lie against the pillows as he climbs on top of me. He crushes his mouth on mine, stealing several heated kisses as he reaches beneath my skirt. I spread my knees, feeling his strong fingers push the panties aside. He puts firm pressure on my clit, gently teasing me as he tickles my entrance without going inside.
I gasp and squirm. I buck my hips, hoping to coax him inside, but he refuses. Robbie holds me down. He kisses me slowly, his teasing lips as vicious as his rub. I enjoy every second. From his firm kiss to his toned arms to the way his entire body clenches with the need to fuck me.
I moan. “Robbie...”
He slaps his other hand over my mouth. “Shh,” he says, grinning in the dark. “Someone might hear you...”
I laugh against his palm.
“No moaning,” he says. “Only good girls get to moan.”
He slides half a finger inside. I try to smother my sounds of pleasure, but I’m so close, so taken by his command.
“Are you my good girl, Melanie?” he whispers, rugged and wild. “Are you gonna take my thick load like a—”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. That tickles!”
Robbie grabs the doll beneath my head. “Fuck off, Wumbo!” he growls as he tosses it to the floor.
I cover my mouth, unable to stop the fit taking over my gut. Robbie pauses, his lips twitching as he tries to go back into his character, but he can’t.
“Dammit,” he says.
“It’s okay,” I say, snorting. “What were you saying about your thick load?”
He cracks up, collapsing against my chest as he laughs even harder. We laugh together, the mood more than officially ruined by a damn childhood toy.
Robbie falls onto his side next to me, his hand abandoning my panties. He lingers close, his laughing mouth hovering near mine for just a bit longer. “Come to my place tonight,” he says. “After the party.”
I hesitate, temptation twisting my gut. “No,” I say.
“Fine, I’ll go to yours.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Rob, we really shouldn’t.”
“We really should.”
“Sam,” I quip.
“Diane.”
I chuckle. “What are we even doing here?”
“Having fun,” he answers.
“Is that really all it is?”
“It doesn’t have to be, but I’m in for some fun if you are.” He licks his lips. “Mel, how about this? Tonight,
