I lifted my chin. “Whenever I say. Wherever I say.”
The growl deepened. “Two conditions.”
“I didn’t ask you want you wanted, Titan.”
“Two conditions, Yve.”
“What?” I demanded.
He lowered his head to my ear. “You say when and where, and I say how—what position, how hard, how many times you come. You’ll beg me to come every single time, do you understand me?”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I beg for no man.”
“You’ll beg for me.”
“Then you better make it good.”
“It’ll be the best you’ve ever had; don’t doubt it. You’ve gotten a taste, but that’s all.”
I sucked in a quick breath at his declaration. “Fine.”
“And the second condition,” he murmured as his lips drifted along my cheekbone and down to my mouth. “I get to kiss you anywhere I damn well please, including this sexy-as-sin mouth.” He hovered over my lips, our breaths mingling further with every moment.
He waited, heartbeat after heartbeat, for an answer as my mind reeled. I’d already kissed him. What did it matter now?
I feared I was rationalizing the choice just to get me one step closer to what I wanted—which was to have the advantage over this arrogant and powerful man.
“Whatever,” I said breathlessly.
He crushed his lips to mine before the word was all the way spoken, and took control instantly, tongue diving inside, hand cupping my head to tilt me where he wanted.
Hell no. I buried both hands in his hair, wrapped one leg around his hip, and pulled him where I wanted him. His lips curved into a smile beneath mine, and I didn’t care. He needed to know who was in charge.
I yanked away from the kiss. “Don’t think this means I like you,” I said, panting a breath.
Titan brushed a stray lock of hair out of my face. “I wouldn’t dream of assuming such a thing.” He laughed. “You just want my dick and the orgasms it can give you. Consider me put in my place, Yve.”
“Exactly.”
He leaned close again, and my heart rate kicked up in anticipation. But he didn’t kiss me this time. No, he just said, “But don’t think you won’t beg. We’ll find even ground, and it’ll be when you’re beneath me, taking my cock so deep you don’t remember what it’s like not to be filled by me.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. My insides liquefied. I wanted that. Now.
“I guess we’ll see,” I said, lifting my chin. “You can leave your number on your way out.”
Titan smirked and pushed off the back wall. “You’re a stubborn woman. Never knew that was so goddamn sexy before. I’ll be waiting for your call, Yve. Don’t take too long, or I’ll come looking for you.”
As he turned and walked away, my gaze was glued to his ass. All I could wonder was why I hadn’t gotten two good handfuls of that while I’d been kissing him.
This was probably the worst idea I’d ever had. But damned if it wasn’t going to be the most fun.
Unlike with Kevin, I had no qualms about feelings getting involved when it came to Titan. He had no heart, and didn’t want anything from me. That made it safer. Right?
I reached down and picked the box up off the ground.
Time to see what Santa Claus Kevin had brought me today.
I didn’t venture back into the main part of the shop until I heard the door chime three different times. Just in case. When I reached the counter, JP had just finished ringing up a sale and was handing one of our signature bags across the counter to a customer.
“I hope you enjoy that skirt. It’s going to look amazing with the blouse you told me about. If you need anything else, just come back and see us.”
Her smile was wide and genuine, and she looked like she fit behind the counter more than anyone had since Charlie. I mentally apologized to Elle, but there was something about a tattooed and pierced spitfire working at Dirty Dog that just seemed right.
She turned to me without wasting a moment. “So, who was that tall, dark, and I’d fuck him in broad daylight and risk the indecent exposure charges handsome guy?”
Yep. She fit right in.
“He was nobody.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, Nobody left something for you.”
Good boy, Titan. Way to follow orders, I cooed mentally as if he were a puppy. He’d want to strangle me for that, or bend me over and spank my ass. Which I’d probably like.
“Oh yeah?”
JP reached out and snatched a card off the counter. Handing it over, she pouted. “You’re really not going to tell me who this guy is? I mean, now that I’ve seen his card, I can Google him, but friends tell each other this stuff, Yve.”