most of his time at the club anyway.
Just when he’d started to think about finding a new place, he found out about the crap Vera had pulled with his bank officer, and he couldn’t afford it. When it came to choosing between a nice condo or his club, the club won, hands down. Not that it mattered; Samair wasn’t exactly there to help him decorate.
With that in mind he stepped close, invading her personal space as he leaned in, his loose hair falling forward and blending with hers as he whispered in her ear. “I hope to find out more than if you’ve got underwear on.”
He brushed his fingertips against her bare thigh and watched her pupils dilate and the pulse at the base of her throat throb. Good. It was nice to know she was as hot for him as he was for her.
He shifted closer to kiss her, but she braced a hand on the center of his chest and stopped him cold. “Uh-uh.”
“No?”
“I’m here to live out a fantasy. A fantasy you promised me.” She tilted her head back and met his gaze head on. “In this fantasy, I’m in charge and you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Christ!
She’d managed to pick the one thing he wasn’t sure he could pull off. Control was something he valued way too much to give up to anyone. Yet every muscle in his body was suddenly strung tight, eager to be touched and stroked. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails with and his jeans were tighter than the ball of tension growing in the middle of his chest.
Samair licked her lips, watching him closely.
The urge to say “No way” was strong, but he shoved it away and met her gaze. They weren’t strangers anymore, and he wanted to keep it that way. If he said no now, their affair might end right there. And at the moment, she was the only thing giving him pleasure in life. He wasn’t ready for it to end.
When he didn’t say anything, she dropped her bag on the floor and started a slow stroll around him. Her hand smoothed up over his chest. She fingered the ends of his hair and he suppressed a shiver as goose bumps rose on his skin. She let go and trailed her hand across his shoulder and down his back.
He waited for her to pat his ass but it didn’t happen, and he was surprised at the disappointment he felt.
“You’ve been deliciously in charge each time we’ve been together, and it occurred to me that I haven’t gotten to play much,” she said as she came around in front of him again. “So tonight I’m the kid, and you’re the candy store.”
Her playfulness helped him relax a little. “Does that mean you’re going to eat me?”
“Among other things.” She winked and stepped back.
She unbelted the jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. She was left standing there in a shiny PVC halter and a matching pair of short shorts.
“You like?” Samair held up her hands and slowly turned in a circle.
Oh yeah. He liked so much he forgot to breathe when he saw that the shorts barely covered her magnificent ass. She was all woman and the caveman inside him was fighting to get out.
“Yes,” he growled low in his throat and she laughed.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reached around her, grabbed a handful of ass, and lifted. Samair wrapped her legs around his waist and they stared at each other as he walked from the room. Every step had her bumping against his hard-on and he thanked God he lived in such a small place. His bedroom was less than a dozen steps from the front entrance.
He stopped in the middle of his room and arched an eyebrow. “What next, ma’am?”
“You may put me down now.” Her full lips twitched. The little minx was trying not to laugh!
He stepped forward and dropped her on the bed, loving the surprised squeak she made when she bounced. She might be playing at being a dominatrix, but they both knew she was doing just that. Playing.
And it was just what he needed. Some good ol’, down and dirty, lighthearted fun. Entertainment of the