Page 48 of Dirty Intentions

“For me, too. But there’s something more. A reason you won’t kiss me. A reason you freaked about family and then spending the night. What is it?”

I didn’t want to get into this. But perhaps telling her would make her understand. “There was a girl I met when I was visiting my mom for the holidays about ten years ago. She was home from college. We went out twice. I’d just purchased the club and took her here for our second date when she’d indicated she wanted to have sex. We had fun. But then she developed feelings. I had to break it to her that I didn’t feel the same. She accused me of leading her on. And hell, maybe I had.”

“By doing what?”

“Kissing. Holding hands. Taking her on dates. It all screams relationship.”

“Not after two times.”

“That’s what Max said. What’s worse is she told my mother, about me owning a sex club.”

She sucked in a breath. “Crap. What ended up happening?”

“My mom, who is very conservative and worried about everyone else’s opinion told me to choose between the family or the club.”

“And she never came around?”

“Not even on her deathbed. She didn’t even want to see me. She died just as disappointed in me as she’d been the day I begged her not to make me choose. Since the fiasco with Tina, I’ve tried to be very clear about my intentions and that I don’t want a relationship. And I’ve become unapologetic with those who judge me regarding the choices I’ve made.”

She put her arms around me. “No wonder a wedding with family freaked you out. Your mother never should’ve made you choose. But as for my intentions, I mean what I say, Shane. This may be more than I bargained for, but I know what it is. And more importantly, what it isn’t.”

I’d expected to be relieved. But shockingly, I wasn’t. “When you talked before about wanting to feel free, Daniella, I know what you’re craving.” What I didn’t say was that sometimes there was a cost to it all. Disappointment in those you love didn’t come cheap.

Her hand stroked my face. And now it was time to get back to even ground.

“Turn around. Face the wall and put your hands up to brace yourself. We don’t have much time, so I’m going to fuck you fast. Then this afternoon before things get busy, I’m taking you into one of the rooms downstairs before it gets busy. And we’re playing.”

She swallowed hard before turning around to put her hands on the wall and then spreading her feet.

I grabbed her ass, enjoying how her burgundy fitted dress hugged her curves, matched her hair, and showed off her assets. Assets that, for the time being, were all mine to do with as I pleased.

I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs and came into contact with her thong. “Tsk, tsk, you didn’t follow instructions, Daniella.” My hand smacked her backside with enough of a sting to make her squeal.

“Oh.”

Rubbing the area, I whispered in her ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

She pushed her ass back toward my ever-growing erection. “I didn’t think I would, but I like it when you do it.”

“God, how I wish I had more time. Later, we’ll play.”

I found the foil packet in my wallet and slipped the condom on, afterward wasting no time sinking into her heat and thrusting up. Reaching around, I strummed her clit and enjoyed how quickly I could make her come. I was quick to follow, grinding out my orgasm deep inside of her while my hands tangled with hers against the wall.

Stepping back, I quickly tied off the condom and tucked myself back into my pants. “I’ll see you at three o’clock. Room forty-two.”

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