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“Shame. Bet the replay would’ve been just as hot.”

He was totally right, it would’ve been.

“There’s always next time,” I teased.

Smith’s body went strangely tight as he turned his head to take me in.

“Seriously?”

With a shrug I explained, “Sure. As long as we watch it together and erase it after.”

A devilish grin pulled at his lips and I wondered what I’d gotten myself into. I wasn’t kidding, I had no problem recording us together using a camera—not a cellphone where a video could be saved to the cloud. Watching it would be hot. But I wasn’t stupid enough to keep it or allow him to keep it. A memory card could be erased and recorded over.

“We’re doing that, too.”

Apparently he wasn’t getting it.

“Just in case I didn’t make myself clear, I’ll come right out and tell you—I have zero hang ups about sex. If it feels good, if it turns me on, turns you on, I’m game. Alternatively if I don’t like it or if I need you to back off and slow down I’ll tell you. I like sex, Smith. I like rough and dirty just as much as I like taking my time. I like being used when respect and trust has been established. And so you’re clear on that, too, no way would’ve I gotten to my knees if I didn’t know you’d respect what I was giving you. And I wasn’t wrong, you did, and I got off knowing you were watching me.”

When he didn’t say anything or look at me like I was a floozy I went on.

“The boundaries are clear for both of us. Sex, fun, good times, but this.” I motioned between us. “Only works with complete honesty. So here’s mine—I’ll fuck you stupid and I won’t apologize for taking what I want along the way. I’ll beg for more and won’t feel a moment of shame. I’ll do anything you ask me to do but I’ll make you work for the privilege of my compliance.And the only demand I’ll make is that you never lie to me. Not even a small, white lie you think is for my own good or to save me from hurt. I am not weak. I’m not sensitive. I’m a woman who knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t want. And when this is over, we’ll both walk away with fond memories and the knowledge we gave each other good times and lots of orgasms.”

Now he was looking at me funny—not funny,ha-ha, but funny like I was a creature from a yet to be discovered planet where the women were bred to be the alphas.

Not surprising. I was a lot. Actually I was too much for the population at large. But I was who I was. I was raised by a mom who encouraged me to always be myself and a dad who protected me, which allowed me to be as free as I wanted to be.

I wasn’t sure my parents intended on the free spirit refrain they spouted to bleed into my sex life yet here we were.

“How’s this for honesty, Aria? I’ll take your sex, fun, and good times and up the ante. While we’re doing this, you’re mine. Totally and completely. I don’t share. Not your smartass mouth, not your flirty banter, and definitely not your body.”

He paused to lean in close so all I could see were eyes blazing with barely leashed fire. “I’ll own every inch of you, baby. So here’s your brutal honesty—when this is done, you won’t walk away with fond memories, you’ll leave with the understanding I’m a complete asshole. We had what we had, it was good. And I didn’t lie, baby, best fucking head I’ve ever had and I want more of that. But you can still end this. Here and now and keep the goodness we shared.”

Something I’d learned the hard way—the real assholes of the world didn’t warn you they were assholes. They lied and pretended to be good guys until they got what they wanted. Then and only then did they let their asshole shine bright.

I didn’t get a chance to share this before Smith continued.

“You don’t stop this now and give me more, I’ll take it and use you up. I’ll do it with the knowledge I’m broken and have no business touching you. Yet, that won’t stop me. All you want is respect and honesty. But Aria, I want everything. Something else I have no business demanding but I will. I want you addicted to my dick, my touch, my mouth. I’ll work hard to make you desperate for it. So tread cautiously, honey, and only come to me with your eyes wide open and your heart closed up tight.”

Well, the last was easy. But the part about making me desperate for him gave me pause because he already had me there. After a tiny, tiny taste I wanted more and that need was borderline obsessive.

However, I still told him, “My eyes are wide open and my heart is locked down.”

Smith studied me for a moment then finally nodded.

“Good, baby. Now get to work so we can get out of here and stop by the store on our way to your place.”

“The store?”

“You got capers in your pantry?”

I couldn’t stop my surprised jolt at his bizarre question.

“Um, no.”

“Right, then we’re stopping at the store and picking up the rest of what I need to make you my chicken piccata.”

Was he for real?

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