He groaned into my mouth. Hissing through his teeth before he scooted straighter against the couch. Catching my hips and adjusting me over him so I wasn’t craned at such an uncomfortable angle.

My knees reflexively drew up to straddle him and he set me down on his lap.

I gasped and reared back. Breaking the kiss as I leaned back to grasp his thighs. Giving him a stunned look.

He gave that cocky lopsided grin. He didn’t ask what had startled me.

I can feel him.

And he knows it.

***

The hard length of him straining his pants and aligning with my crease had been hard to miss. Making me instantly leap backward to draw my weight off that pleasurable sensation which had began to stir up from where he rubbed.

“Well done, Allie Kat.” He gave my hip a swat. “Now that took some balls.”

I was blinking huge eyes at him. Still freaking out.

What had I done?

“I’m going to need to go bleach my mouth.”

Possibly do an acid wash…

He chuckled. “Go ahead. Won’t wash away what you felt for just a few minutes.”

Was it minutes? I thought it was seconds.

“Don’t bet on that.” I swung my leg up over his head to try and abandon the couch, but he caught my ankle and drug it down his arm to scoop in his elbow.

“Where you going so fast?”

“Away.”

“Ah, no, Honey. This was a test remember?”

“For what?” I blinked at him.

“To see how repugnant you really find me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“How far are you willing to let me go?” He moved my foot smoothly across his stomach and put it along his waist. Pinned between him and the plush couch back. He rolled forward into a push-up toward me.

I dropped back. Sinking into the couch to escape him. “Eric!”

“What?” He grinned. “A deal is a deal. A bet is a bet. You have to let me.”

“Let you what?”

His gaze slid down between us. Eying where my t-shirt flattened over my stomach to the button of my jeans and lower.

“What do you mean?” My voice dropped in astonishment. I was sure I was doing nothing to hide the horror written over my face.

“How wet are you right now?” He lifted a brow.

“Eric!”

“What?” He asked blandly shrugging. “We’re not kids anymore, Allison. Answer the question.”

“I’ve no idea!” I expostulated.

“You going to let me check?” He levelled his weight to one hand next to me on the couch and his other flattened along my side. Watching my face carefully he used his thumb to slip my t-shirt up then put his rough palm along my side and rolled it to my belly. His fingertips starting to slide under the waist of my jeans.

Gasping, I caught his wrist.

He smiled. Tilting his head to the side.

“Then you check. And tell me...” His tone hardened in a way that told me that this was an order he was giving his slave for the week.

Damn him.

I can’t do it in-front of someone. The mere thought of touching myself while he watched was appalling. Making my gut sink.

I was still gaping at him.

“Come on, Allie Kat. It’s not that big of a deal. Just a little experiment between friends.”

Oh, is that what we are now?

“Just slip your little hand down there and give her a feel. Tell me if she’s warmed up.” He persuaded. Eyes dancing.

Hoping I will? Or that he can press me into bailing like a coward?

***

I steadied myself. Squinting my eyes closed and trying not to envision his face watching me with the intensity I could literally feel. I slid my hand over his and moved it aside.

“Really, Allie Kat?” He taunted.

“Really going to do it?” Excitement made his voice rise in interest.

He was goading me to make me back out of the cost of the bet immediately. So, he could boast to his friends about how I’d backed out of a simple little bet. Like the weak thing he thinks I am.

I forced my hands down my pants and under my lacy purple bikinis and felt the small tuft of hair beneath. Following the flat plain down to my lower lips. I didn’t even need to get near the entrance to feel that I had soaked the cloth between my thighs.

Dammit.

I groaned and felt defeat wash over me at realizing there was no way to deny that whether I mentally desired him or not, my body did.

“Well, Allie Kat…” That damn dreaded voice. “What’s the verdict?”

He already knows. He could tell from the look on my face what the answer was.

I sighed.

“Tell me.” He urged in a soft voice.

“Are you wet?” He accentuated the last word until it alone became something dirty.

“Yes…” I whined.

“I knew you would be. One kiss had you melting in your pretty panties. Imagine what would happen if I touched you?” He lifted his hand. Turning it for my inspection.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Being in my bed won’t be so bad.” He adjusted my legs off him so he could rise. Standing next to the couch and staring down at me triumphantly.

“You’ll never get me there, Eric. Not even as repayment for a bet.”

“I’ll never order you to hop on my cock, Allie. But I’ll damn sure make you do everything that gets you so wound up, you’re begging to.”

“You don’t scare me, Eric. I can deal with you. I have been for years.”

“Yes.” He leaned to hook a knuckle under my chin. “But what I don’t think you get, is that I have a lot of pent up vengeance for how cruel you were to me all those years.”

“How cruel I was to you?” I curled my lip at him.

“Yes, Allie Kat. You were horrible. I followed you everywhere just trying to make you smile. And you treated me like the most hideous thing to ever walk. And wouldn’t bother to even tell me why. So, yes, I have some animosity I’ve been waiting years to exact on you.” His head lowered with dark intent.