Free Sheik Down by Mia Watts Page B

Lucas was sure the double meaning was the fault of his own charged libido and not because the savvy businessman had meant anything other than exactly what he’d said. Wishful thinking was a bitch.
    “I’m having cameras installed in each corner of the room tomorrow morning,” Raid continued. “They’ll have night vision capabilities. All the furniture will be in direct line of those lenses.”
    “Raid…” Lucas couldn’t stand it anymore. His mind was going a thousand times a minute and if he didn’t get clarification soon, he knew his cock would jump to the wrong conclusion. There’d be no getting the image of a sex dungeon out of his mind if that happened. “ What am I building?”
    Raid slipped his hands in his pocket. He blinked coolly at Lucas. “A playroom.”
    “Playroom?” Lucas asked. As in, childcare? That would explain the cameras, but the private entrances and cement floor?
    “Sex, Lucas. You’ve heard of sex , correct?”
    Lucas’s cheeks rushed with heat, which was ridiculous because he was a grown man. Of course he’d heard of sex. It was sex he had been trying desperately not to think of the whole morning. Now he was expected to build a sex room for Raid? To imagine all the women he’d drag in there, torment them to the point of orgasm, imagine their pleasured screams and Raid’s cock pounding—oh, God. Lucas’s balls throbbed jealously.
    “Sex. Sure, I know what that is,” Lucas answered dryly. “It’s the letter following ‘W’ in the alphabet.”
    Raid threw his head back and laughed. The deep, booming sound filled the open space and bounced off the walls. “I don’t know about that, but I’d like to learn your alphabet. Sounds much more fun than mine.”
    “I’d love to teach you my alphabet,” Lucas answered. Then he winced when he realized exactly how suggestive that sounded.
    Raid’s eyes still danced with humor and his wide white smile did funny things to make breathing difficult for Lucas.
    “Perhaps I’ll let you teach me someday,” Raid replied.
    Lucas’s gaze sharpened on him. Had Raid meant to sound that sexy? Because it had sounded like—just for a second there—Raid might be into sex with Lucas.
    “Do you like my plan?”
    “For a sex dungeon?” he murmured, pretending to consider the room at large by not looking at the man who tied up his insides in giant lusty knots. “Yeah, it’ll work.”
    Raid caught Lucas’s chin and wrenched it to face him. “I didn’t ask if it would work. I asked if you liked my plan for a room dedicated to sex.”
    Raid’s obsidian eyes bored into Lucas. They glittered, and this close Lucas didn’t resist the urge to look at the man. His permanently sun-kissed face may have been several inches lower than his own, but Raid’s absolute control wouldn’t allow Lucas to mistake him as weaker. Raid’s tight body reined in every extraneous movement from the way he walked to the stillness in his current hold over Lucas.
    Lucas admired the high gloss of Raid’s black curls, the textured roughness along his jaw just below the surface of his skin, and locked on full lips that slowly, slowly pulled into a knowing smile.
    “Say it,” Raid demanded, his voice barely above a rasp.
    Lucas clamped his still-captive jaw, refusing to admit that there was a big, sexy elephant in the room holding a whip with its trunk.
    Raid moved closer. His body heat radiated toward him and though they stood in a room that could easy hold a small home, Lucas felt completely enclosed by the simple presence of this man and his electric stare.
    “You don’t think I’ve seen you look at me?” Raid questioned. “Do you think I took my father’s company this far without being keenly observant?”
    “No.” Lucas could’ve stepped away from him. He could’ve turned on a heel and left. He could’ve said that whatever the client wanted wasn’t subject to his opinion of it. He could’ve done any of those things, would’ve for another person.