Bang Bang You (Paul Stanley x reader)

Part 15

"Whose getting fucked tonight?" you heard from behind you as you felt yourself jump and turn around. As Paul was smirking at you and looking you up and down.

"Talking to yourself in the mirror are we? Plus I didn't know there was a dress code for tonight. If i had I would've changed into something other than the jeans and a shirt." he said as he holds out his hand for you to take as he walks you out to the patio where dinner was already sitting prepared.

"You had someone come in here and make this didn't you?" you asked, as you sat down as Paul poured wine in your glass.

"You could say that. Or maybe I left last night to prep everything as well." Paul says, wiggling his eyebrows as you looked at him.

"Wait, that was why there was blood on your knuckles. Not from whacking someone." you said, trying to wrap your mind around it.

"I'm the last form of interrogation. Which you have been the only one to break that streak my men were on." he said as he poured some wine into his glass, as he watched you cut into your steak.

"So a college girl broke your men. Or you realized or they realized who i was and toned it down. Which i hope doesn't happen in other aspects of things." you state as you see Paul smile on the other side of the table.

"You realize I haven't toned down anything. You're the one that's the more horny one."

"Says the man that just happened to have a vibrator in his pocket. But then again the dreams I've been having lately..." you trail off as Paul tilted his head to the side.

"Dreams? I'm assuming sex dreams?" he questioned as you felt your face heat up at the memory of the one that you woke up from in the afternoon. Thankful that the darkness helped cover up your reaction to his questioning. Only to feel his foot traveling up your leg as you jumped in your seat. Clutching your hand to your chest.

"Sorry if i startled you. Don't want you choking on your food." he said, but you didn't feel his foot move away from your leg as you felt it moving up and down on your leg. As you looked at him and he was sipping on his wine. As you went to take a bigger sip of yours needing it if this was how the night was going to go.

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More than one bottle of wine later, and you were finishing your meal. All because Paul couldn't keep to his side of the table.

"I think that was the longest its ever taken me to eat before. And I was hungry." you commented, as you went to get up and stumbled a bit. Paul's hands going to your shoulders.

"Sit down before you hurt yourself walking in these things" Paul said as he bent down on one knee and went to take off your heels.

"I don't know why you ladies wear these things at all." he said, shaking his head, as you smiled.

"Could ask the same thing about you. You could probably walk in them better than I can." you said, as Paul looked up at you as he set your heels on the ground and went to pick you up.

"I'm not dignifying that with a response."

"You know technically you are responding. And why are you carrying me so I can walk?" you questioned, halfheartedly as you relaxed in his hold as he walked into the house, setting you on the couch.

"I expected a response like that, college educated girl. And because you drank more wine than I did. Someone was nervous tonight." Paul commented, as you fumbled for the tv remote changing channels as you heard him set the dishes in the sink.

"Nervous? Hell yes mr. i'm gonna play footsie with you the entire dinner. As if you were trying to take my dress off with your foot." you said as Paul went to sit down next to you.