Page 3 of The Passion

I have a room in our central London hotel that is mine. It is never rented out, and the staff know it is to be ready and clean at all times. Security is also alerted when I enter the room, and I have had a panic button installed beside the bed if needed. Or if the guy isn’t getting the hint that it’s time to leave.

Trust is something that needs to be earned with me. I have been burned too many times in my life, and I’m not a stupid woman who takes safety lightly.

“Mmmm, interesting.” That’s all he replies, his voice raspy from the way the scotch has tickled his throat.

He wants me to work for this, and I’m all about the chase.

“You smell divine.” Leaning in further, I run my nose up his strong neck. It’s not what I was planning on saying, but my mind is stuck on his strong scent. It’s almost like he’s emitting pheromones, and I can’t defend myself from them.

Swiveling his head toward me, his lips are oh so close to mine, and I can smell the scotch on his breath.

“I’m afraid you are at an unfair advantage,” he points out, while all I’m thinking about is how I just want to close the small distance left and taste him, but instead, I’m holding steady, and our eyes are locked on each other.

“Oooh, just how I like it, but please, elaborate on why.” I lick my lips, making them moist and letting him know that I’m preparing for him.

Again, he takes his time with his answer. It’s been a while since I have found a man I can go toe to toe with in flirting. It’s like a game of cat and mouse, but we both want to be the cat!

“As the gentleman, I shouldn’t take advantage of a woman who has been drinking, and I don’t know how long you have been here. You, on the other hand, have seen my first drink of the night.” Flynn is serious in his tone, and part of me swoons at his considerate thought. But the other part of me is already rising up on the inside to get ready to convince him that he has nothing to worry about.

“True. However, you know my reputation. I never do something I don’t want to do. And that includes drinking so much that I wouldn’t be aware of what I’m doing. Rest assured, you can put your gentleman act away for the night, because you won’t be needing it with me.” Sitting up straight again, I take another sip of my scotch and let it slide smoothly down my throat.

“Your reputation definitely precedes you.” His chuckle reverberates around us as he thinks about his next move.

“Tell me what you have heard, and I’ll tell you if it’s true.” I’m smiling now, and he’s back looking straight ahead into the mirror, but for the first time since he sat down, I can see his face is relaxing just the slightest. The stiffness in his jaw is not as tight, and the lines around his eyes, although looking tired, show he is not straining to keep his focus.

“Hmmm, a gentleman never tells. But since you told me to leave my gentleman act at the door…” As he places his glass on the bar, the noise of it reminds me how heavy the cut-crystal glass in my hand is. Also placing mine down, it’s easy to see he has drunk more than me in the few mouthfuls he has taken.

He rotates in his chair toward me as I watch on intently. Now face to face, he spreads his thick thighs on either side of my crossed legs, and with pure strength, grabs on to the sides of my seat and slides it toward him so I’m trapped in his personal space like the mouse he is trying to get me to be.

“Go on.” I lean back in my chair to show he still doesn’t have me where he wants me. I’m in complete control.

“You’re a woman who exerts power.” His words bring a smile to my face that he is happily admitting that this doesn’t scare him. “Successful, and you can be a ball-breaker if needed.” And now it is me who can’t help but giggle a little.

“Is that what you want, for me to break your balls, Mr. Taylor?”

“Among other things…” The humor on his face is gone, and pure want replaces it. His eyebrow rises involuntarily, and I tuck that fact away for later.

“Continue.” I rest one of my hands on his thigh, giving it the slightest squeeze.

“But my own observation is of the woman sitting before me. Stunning, a beauty that radiates, and she is a very sexual womanwhen all this other bullshit is stripped away.” Finally showing his intentions, he reaches his large veiny hand to the back of my calf and slowly slides it up until he is cupping the back of my knee, trapping me in his hold.

The burn I feel even through my sheer pantyhose is scorching.

“And as much as I shouldn’t, you have me wanting to strip you bare to see just how sexual.” He moves until his mouth is beside my ear, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me from his breath on my neck.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, Ms. Kentwall, or do I need to call you my lady?”

Oh fuck, his tongue is on my skin, and I’m struggling to breathe.

The words fall from my mouth without control. “No lady here.” My breaths are shallow, and he knows exactly what he is doing to me.

I want more.

Never have I longed more to take a step back and just let a man take control of me.

“Tell me what you want.” As he pulls back slightly, it’s like he is looking into my soul.

“You… to fuck me… hard.” I don’t hold back. It’s not in my nature.

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