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“Once. But I wasn’t quiteready to…” he shrugged. “I was more of a voyeur thattime.”

“Sometimes, that’s allpeople come here for.” I went to the tall-backed armchair in thecorner and sat, suppressing a groan of relief at being off my leg.“All of our members here have a lot at stake. I want them protectedfrom blackmail. And I want to be protected from it too. Hence, nocameras.”

“I’m nervous,” he admitted.This physically intimidating man was nervous?

Why did that make me feel like we wereon even footing?

“I’ve never done anythingwith a guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m bisexual, I just…” He stoppedhimself. “I’m sorry, this isn’t therapy. You came up here tofuck.”

“I invited you up because Ifound you intriguing,” I clarified. “I don’t want anything fromsomeone who isn’t ready to give it.”

His shoulders visiblyrelaxed. “I’ve never felt safe or comfortable hooking up with adude. In the real world, I mean.”

“I get it,” I promised.“I’m bi. I went through a lot of years being with only womenbecause it felt easier.”

“Exactly,” the strangeragreed heartily. “Look… You’re hot as hell. You knowthat.”

“I think Ilook okay.”Liar. I knew I was gorgeous. And I knew there were doors in mylife that never would have opened if I hadn’t been.

Finally, that got a smile out ofhim.

“You don’t have to put up afront. You’re here to have a good time, not to second-guessyourself,” I told him. “And I’m up for pretty much anything withyou.”

He blushed. The big strongguyblushed.

I got to my feet and moved toward him.He leaned against the wall and waited for me, his intense gazenever breaking from mine. I stepped up so close, I had to avoidcrushing his bare toes with my loafers. I bent one knee between hisand leaned in; his hands clenched to fists and his cock pressedinto my stomach.

At six-three, I wasn’tshort, but this guy had two inches on me, at least. I could reachhis throat, so that’s where I kissed him, with a long sweep of mytongue. The shudder that went through him shot straight to my dick.The thought that I could get a reaction out of him when he seemedphysically and emotionally carved from stone thrilledme.

The prospect of making him lose allthat tightly held control brought a sound of pure hunger from deepin my chest, and he echoed it with something more desperate, tingedwith need.

“What do you want?” Iasked, grazing my teeth over his shoulder.

“I…” His eyes closed, andhis Adam’s apple bobbed with a nervous swallow. “I want to suckyour cock. I want you to fuck me. I want—”

He cut himself off bylowering his head to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. I held onto his massive biceps, dug my fingers in the way I wanted to dig myteeth in. One hand sank into my hair and tightened, holding meagainst him. Our tongues slid together, sparking delicioussensation through me until we both had to stop forbreath.

“Well, you’re in luck,” Iquipped in response. “Because I want to fuck you.” I ran my thumbover his full bottom lip. “And I want you to suck mycock.”

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” hesaid with a breathless laugh.

I reached between us and gripped hisshaft, sliding my hand back and forth a little. Not enoughstimulation to be anything other than a tease. A taste of what Iwanted him to have. Then I pulled away.

“What if I told you exactlywhat to do?” I suggested, turning away from him.

“And I had to obey whateveryou said?” There was a cockiness to it, an element of challengethat made my pulse roar in my ears.

I opened the armoire.“Exactly. You know the safe word, don’t you?”

“I do,” he confirmed with anod, never moving from the wall. “But I don’t want to be tiedup.”

“I don’t tie people upunless they ask me to. What I do…” I selected one of my favoritetoys, a weighted silicone plug with a remote-controlled vibrator. Iheld it up and his eyes widened adorably. I opened a drawer andtook out some lube and a few condoms and tossed it all on thebench. “…is make people’s fantasies come true.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

(Charlotte)

The moment Matt and I splitup at the doors, I felt like I’d made a grave mistake. With theexception of the spa, which he had arranged for me, I’d been withhim every step of the way. I worried that without him, my libidowould be unfettered. I had no idea what I would get up to on myown.

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