Free A Shot of Sin by Eden Summers Page B

normal relationship? It wasn’t like he couldn’t function without the thrill of exhibitionism. He’d lived without it before. He hadn’t been happy, but then again, he hadn’t had the right woman either.
    Christ. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t erase parts of his soul at will. If only. Life would be so much simpler. But he was finally confident with the harsh realities of his lifestyle. He’d earned his take-it-or-leave-it mentality. He owed it to himself not to revert back to being ashamed.
    “I should call a cab.” He let the words fall between them but didn’t move. He couldn’t. Her body was so warm against his, the lush curve of her breasts within his grasp, her soft lips tilted toward him.
    “Yeah. You should.” She didn’t pull her hands away. Didn’t slide out from between his body and the counter.
    Listening to his libido would be a mistake. He’d get her into bed, make love to her until the sun rose, and they’d awaken to compounded problems that neither one of them wanted to face. Only he couldn’t find the strength to step back.
    “Want me to stay the night?”
    Her throat worked over a heavy swallow. “You shouldn’t.”
    She stood against him, her beautiful brown eyes darkening with lust, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with such undeliberate seduction that his balls tightened. He was stunned by her nearness. By the fact she knew his dirty little secret and still allowed him to be this close.
    He released her hands, cupped her cheek and leaned his face close to hers. “I no longer give a shit about what we should and shouldn’t do. I asked you what you wanted, Shay. Nothing else matters.”
    She ran a nervous swipe of her tongue over her bottom lip. “I…” She frowned and shook her head. “You know how I feel about you,” she whispered. “But I’m not looking to sleep around. I’m after a relationship.”
    “Who says I’m not too?” he asked, their mouths a mere inch apart.
    “A monogamous relationship.” She chuckled, but the humor didn’t penetrate.
    The heat of her breath brushed his lips, sending his rapidly beating heart into overdrive. At this moment, he’d vow to never sleep with another woman again if it meant getting between Shay’s thighs. And he’d mean it too.
    “I can do monogamy.” He’d always been faithful in relationships. Owning and participating in a sex club didn’t mean he was an asshole. His desire to be watched and watch others had nothing to do with plowing the female playing field.
    She quirked a brow, her mouth tilting at one side. “I find it hard to believe you’d be faithful with all that muff on display. I noticed the tent in your pants while you were guiding that couple tonight.”
    “That camping expedition was for you,” he murmured against her lips.
    She narrowed her gaze. “You didn’t even know I was there.”
    “No. But I knew you weren’t far away.” He tilted his head, running the tip of his nose along the delicate skin of her cheek. “I wasn’t watching Pamela and Jack. I was picturing you and me.” He brushed his tongue along the side of her jaw and felt his cock pulse with her barely audible moan. “It was your petite little hands on my body.” He nipped the skin below her ear and leaned his pelvis into her, giving his dick the friction it demanded. “It was your sassy mouth all over my cock.”
    She whimpered and clasped his shoulders. “We shouldn’t do this.”
    “Why?” He had a myriad of reasons, yet none of them penetrated the intoxicating scent he continued to breathe into his lungs. His mouth found the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. He licked. He kissed. He sucked, until she was grinding against his thigh. “You want this. I want this.”
    She pulled back, blinking away the sexual haze in her eyes. “I want us.”
    She didn’t need to add and nobody else . The words were already implied. He hung his head, fucking clueless at what to do. He wanted Shay, physically and