Chapter 5 Bad Dog
BAD DOG
KATIE
“Because I said so.”
The person who uttered those words was not me. I felt like an impostor playing a part. Would Katie Martinez really say that to a handsome stranger?
No. Never.
But I didn’t feel shy or anxious about his reaction, which was a surprise.
When he told me he would grade me on my flirting skills, I imagined how I’d flirt with Justin, my crush. But I got nervous and kept stuttering until Dex kept pushing me, and the way I acted… seeing his annoyingly hot smirk with dark molten eyes—it was most definitely very Katie-like.
Because I wanted to grab his soft hair and kiss him. Surprise him until he relented under my touch.
I knew how depraved it was, knowing I was learning these skills to impress Justin, but I wanted to touch Dex and have fun with him. He had a boyish charm that made me feel like I could do whatever I wanted to him, and he’d take it.
My eyes dropped to his hands. His long fingers tugged up his shirt and slowly (such a tease) revealed his chiseled abs.
I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my cheeks. His gaze locked on me, and in the room’s darkness, it seemed searing, like he could read me. How nervous yet thrilled, shy yet curious I was. My pulse thundered, my breathing uneven, the air between us heavy with unspoken want.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dex stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto the armchair.
I couldn’t help staring at it, fighting the ridiculous urge to fold it neatly so it wouldn’t wrinkle and ruin the perfect order of the hotel room, but that thought vanished quickly.
Because in front of me was a man carved from sin, eight perfect abs on display.
His eyes were fixed on me with a hunger that demanded action, challenging me to make a move.
I licked my lips, my body moving on instinct as I stepped toward the bed. Toward him, toward his long, spread legs waiting for me.
You’re in control, Katie.
Right. I was in control. Not my desires. Not the thoughts of getting an A-plus grade or how I would flirt with Justin.
He wasn’t here.
Dex was.
“You’re cute,” I said, standing between his legs with my thigh brushing against his. I raised my hand to touch him but stopped. “Can I?”
His dark green eyes seemed bigger, pupils dilated, with color slashing his cheekbones.
He had a very symmetrical face, and he was handsome enough to be considered a model for Armani, but there was something awfully sweet in the way he gazed up at me.
It made my heart beat faster. As if I had hung up the moon for him.
Oddly enough, that look seemed familiar.
Dex lifted his hand and held my wrist. His skin was warm and pleasant when my palm touched his cheek. “You can touch me anywhere you want,” he said, his voice low and throaty, making my stomach flip. “I’m yours for tonight, Katie.”
I didn’t want to admit how much I liked the sound of that. If I did, I might hire him again, which would be very un-Katie like.
I rubbed my thumb over his cheekbone, feeling him nuzzle my hand like a needy puppy. The thought made me smile, and I leaned closer.
He swallowed, his hands staying by his side. “Why am I cute?” he asked, almost pouting when I rubbed his ear. It was nice to touch someone like that. “Not hot? Sexy? Handsome?”
That close, I could smell his cologne. Woody and spicy with a hint of rain. It suited him perfectly. From his tousled dark hair to his dark jade eyes and his plum lips, which looked good enough to kiss.
“You must get that a lot,” I said, biting my lip when his hands went to my waist. They were large and comforting. I wanted them all over me. “But there’s something about you that makes you cute.”
I tilted my head when he raised his brow and bit my thumb. My stomach dipped when his hot tongue licked the pad of my finger, his eyes mischievous.
“Bad dog,” I whispered, almost blurting sorry and stepping away when his hands inched up to my back, pulling me closer.
“I’m your dog now, hm?” he asked, his eyes lit. “You want me on my knees for you? Wear your collar and be yours?”
I swallowed, confused about why my head and pussy liked that idea so much. I wasn’t a prude just because I was a virgin. I knew about kinks and fetishes, almost too much, since I enjoyed reading romantic erotica from time to time and researching certain things.
But I’d never thought about owning a pet other than my goldfish, Pollux.
Instead of pulling away and stopping whatever was going on between us, I pushed him, running my hand through his hair and tugging it slightly until he looked up at me.
There was a flicker of shock and surprise in his eyes as his lips parted. I leaned closer and said, “Depends if you behave or not.” The intoxicating scent of his cologne made me heady. “You’d look adorable on your knees, no?”
I lowered my head and bit his neck lightly.
The low growl that emitted from his throat made my knees wobble.
I snapped out of whatever was brewing between us and stepped back, his hands falling on his thighs.
I blinked rapidly at his flushed face and looked away from his shirtless body even though I missed the warmth of it.
What the hell was that? What was I doing?
I ran a hand through my hair and gasped when I was pulled to a warm chest before getting pushed down on the soft mattress.
My eyes widened when I saw Dex hovering above me, his sexy abs making my fingers itch with the need to touch them.
His weight made the bed dip more, and with each passing second, my breathing grew heavier.
“W-what are y-you doing?” I stuttered, licking my lips when his eyes roved over my clothed figure as if he was undressing me in his head.
“You think you can flirt like that and just leave?” He asked, his voice low and throaty, giving me goosebumps. Dex leaned closer, his piercing eyes narrowing on my face. “You think you can tease me and pull away once you’re done, hm, Katie?”
Oddly enough, I didn’t mind being in the situation I was in.
It made my heart beat faster and my panties wet. I took a deep breath and—how shameless he is!
His eyes went straight to my chest, watching it rise and the button of my shirt stretch. “Eyes up here, Dex,” I said, and he followed my instructions. I leaned up on my elbows so our faces were inches apart and said, “I thought I was being graded for my flirting test.”
“I stopped once I was done.” I blinked innocently and liked how his hot body warmed me up. I wanted to rub my thighs together and pull him down on me, but if I did, it would escalate things too fast, and I didn’t want to regret it the next morning.
Even though I wanted to have sex, especially with Dex, I needed to take it slow. Or I was sure I’d lose myself in his pretty doe eyes, his charms, his body. In him.
“So, tell me,” I said, batting my lashes at him and holding my breath. “How did I do?”