Page 31 of Sexpresso Night

His body clenched and his face felt tight and hot.

Juliet looked back and forth between them as if sensing the sizzling current. “Uh…”

“What would you recommend?” Danya asked, voice husky.

“Tonight’s special is a Shot in the Dark,” Juliet offered.

Danya smiled. “That sounds perfect.” Then she muttered, “Whatever it is.”

A smile slowly spread Carter’s mouth. “It’s our house blend with a double espresso shot added to it. You’ll be awake all night.”

“That sounds perfect too.” Her eyes never left his.

His cock swelled. Jesus.

She accepted the drink Juliet handed her and when she reached for her purse, Carter waved a hand to tell her to put it away.

“Can we talk?” she asked.

“Yes.” He glanced around the crowded shop.

“Um…not here.”

He pinned her with a look. “Downstairs? My office?”

“Okay.”

He held out a hand to let her precede him through the door and down the stairs. “Call if you need me,” he tossed over his shoulder at Juliet, just catching her grin.

He followed Danya into his office. She stopped, turned to face him, and then she reached into her big leather purse and pulled out the rope he’d given her last night.

His breath stuck in his throat and his heart lurched to a stop.

“I did it,” she said in a low, tight voice. But she held his eyes.

He could barely get the words through his stiff lips. “Tell me.”

“I tied myself up like you asked. I knew how to do it.”

Her eyes searched his and he nodded, a feeling of pressure in his chest.

“In front of the mirror. Naked. With the vibrator in my cunt.”

His entire body clenched hard, his dick a steel rod in his jeans.

“It emptied my head,” she continued. “Of all the crap that was getting in the way of who I really am. And what I really want.”

“And what is that?”

His heart thumped. Once. Twice.

“I want to belong to you.”

Fuck, she’d just about sent him to his knees. Gratitude and relief swept over him, but he held onto his control firmly with both hands. “What do you mean by that, Danya? Do you know who I am? What I want?”

“I…I think so. But maybe you should tell me.”

“Why did you freak out last night? Were you afraid of me?”

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