Page 61 of Dirty Intentions

“The same could be said for me. What am I offering you? Monogamous sex that doesn’t include your show room at the club and the complications of having a girlfriend.”

“You sell yourself short.”

“Right back at you. Now, as for what you give me. You give me honesty. Freedom to be myself.” I hesitated before blurting it out. “But I’ve wondered if you miss the club and performing or being with other women. I know we’ve watched some shows together, and I enjoy it. But I wonder if you prefer to be down there. I even thought about how I’d feel performing with you. I mean I wouldn’t want more than just me and you in a scene, but—”

He was already shaking his head. “Baby, there is no way I’m allowing one other person to see you naked. Your body and your orgasms are for me only. I recognize that makes me a hypocrite considering most of the club has seen me, but there’s no way I want any other man watching you. And as for the other. You make me feel things I never thought I would. And I’ve never felt half as attracted to a woman as I am to you.”

I smiled at his admission.

“Did you mean it when you said you didn’t want to have kids? Because that’s not something I can change either. Even if I wanted to.”

“I’ve never wanted them. Frankly, it’ll be nice to date someone I don’t have to worry about pressuring me later.”

He looked relieved. “I can’t promise you that by the end of the month you won’t be thoroughly sick of me working so many hours or being grumpy or having to apologize for getting this relationship stuff wrong. But it won’t fall apart because I’d ever cheat. That I can promise. I trust you, Dani. The bottom line is I can’t think of anyone I’d rather try this with than you.”

“Me, neither.” I appreciated that we were being logical about this. We weren’t calling it insta-love or ignoring the fact we each still had a lot to learn about the another. “Would this relationship include kissing?”

He grinned in return. “So much you’ll be wishing for the days I didn’t.”

I shook my head. “Not possible.” And because I could, I leaned in and kissed him. The free license to do so had me anxious to get closer to him.

He pulled back to chuckle. “Easy, or they’ll know exactly what’s going on in seats three A and B.”

“Mm. Don’t tell me you’re shy about the mile-high club?”

He arched a brow. “Are you already a card holder?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Would be my first.”

He went to work unzipping my jeans. “Mine, too. Now kiss me before everyone hears your orgasm on this plane.”

I didn’t have time to relish being his first at something before he had me climaxing around his fingers while he swallowed down my moan. When I opened up my eyes, I watched him taste his fingers with hooded eyes.

“Unbelievable every time.”

Reaching for him, I was surprised when he took my hand in his and kissed my wrist softly. “Not so fast. Next time I come, it’ll be inside of you, so I can watch it drip down your inner thighs and think about how it’s still inside of you when we go to dinner tonight.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, his dirty words doing nothing to quell my hunger for him. “Guess I know how we’ll be spending a good portion of our vacation.”

“Daniella Trivioli. Will you do me the honor of trying a real relationship with me?”

I grinned at his proposal. “A hundred times yes.”

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