With a quick nod and a promise to see me later, he left. Leaving just me and Amara, who had covered her nipple but still leaned against the table.

I started at her feet and took in her body, unsure if I’d ever get enough.

“Want me to give you a real orgasm,” I asked when I met her eyes again.

“I’ve already had an orgasm,” she said like it was the only argument she needed to turn me down.

“Did you?”

“Trust me, I don’t fake coming for anyone—even customers.”

“I have no doubt,” I assured. Taking my time, I leaned my elbows on my knees and let her look at me—let her read the dirty things I wanted to do with her written all over my face. “I also have no doubt that you need a lot more than gentle nibbles and soft strokes to really come. What she gave you was a ripple in the water. I want to make you come so hard the ocean swallows you whole.”

Her eyes darkened, and I couldn’t wait to see how dark I could make them as I played with her body. Before, I’d barely seen anything in the shadows of night, pressing her up against the car. I needed more. I needed it all—to see every inch. My muscles clenched in anticipation, my mouth already stretching into a smile. She wanted me. She had to stop denying us. She had to say yes.

I was already trying to decide whether I would eat her pussy right there before taking her somewhere private or if I’d wait until I had her alone to fully enjoy her.

“I can’t.”

Her answer halted all plans like a record scratch. I blinked a few times to make sure I saw her correctly as she stood upright and started tying her top back together. Had I read her wrong?

Hell no. I know I hadn’t.

Was she really going to keep walking away? Why? Was she so stubborn?

“You want to, though,” I said, pulling her gaze back to mine.

She held my stare, and I held my breath. She had to say yes.

Except, again, she didn’t. She didn’t answer at all.

“I should go make sure all my customers are taken care of.”

She turned before she could watch my jaw drop—again—at her quick dismissal.

My mind scrambled to rearrange around her exit—rushing to come up with a solution. Part of me considered letting her go—finding another woman to fuck, but I hadn’t become the CEO of an international company by giving up—I sure as hell wasn’t giving up now. I would not let her do this again.

The round curve of her ass peeked out from under the frill of her costume with each step away from me. Before she made it too far, an idea hit me.