Page 71 of Arrogant Playboy

“You were?” she questions quietly.

This time, I reach out and pull her closer to me, so we are flush. “Yes, first time in a long time a woman has jumped me so publicly at a party. I saw you as soon as I arrived with your fiery red hair and cute peachy ass.” My hand travels down and gives her ass a squeeze. “These plump tits.” Slowly, I run my hand up over her hip and toward her breasts where I give one of them a squeeze. “I watched as you laughed, smiled as you chatted to people, you were engaging, animated, and I couldn’t look away from you. Then when we bumped into each other in the garden in a moment of quiet that we both seemingly needed, for a recharge of the social battery, and before I knew it you were kissing me, and the next thing I know, we’re fucking. It was the best night.”

“I’m not usually that bold. My girls told me I needed to experience a one-night stand, they said I needed to experience more when it came to men and …”

“And you found me.”

“Yeah, but I guess we never ended up having a one-night stand.” She chuckles as her fingers continue to run through my hair.

“Then you walked into my gallery. The woman I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. You ran away from me that night, I wanted more, so much more.”

“You did?”

“When will you understand I’m addicted, Rosie. You’ve slipped past every single defense I’ve put up between us. I’m happy with only ever having a small piece of you.”

“Daniel,” she says my name softly.

“I’m not trying to pressure you, Rosie, I’m just being honest,” I say, pulling her closer to me.

Silence falls between us.

“You’ve slipped past my defenses, too. I don’t mean to push you away, but it scares me, you scare me,” she confesses. The darkness seems to allow us to confess our thoughts easily.

“How?” I don’t want to scare her.

“I feel like I’m not good enough to be on your arm.”

I still. How could she ever think that? I am the one that doesn’t feel worthy of her.

“Never,” I say, cupping her face.

I can feel her shaking her head. “I’ve overheard women before talk about you at events and how easily they dismiss me from your side because I’m not a supermodel or not your type.”

What the hell? I had no idea. Anger bubbles to the surface.

“Who, who the hell said that? They don’t know me. They see the superficial side of my world, the one that I show that isn’t real. Yes, I have dated models. But most of them are there onmy arm to advertise a designer, to push a movie they are in, or to just be seen, not that they are interested in me. I haven’t slept with half of the women who have been on my arm for these events.”

“I know. It’s just … when you hear it.”

“No one has captivated me like you have, Rosie Hunt.” A gasp falls from her lips at my admission, and the next thing I know, her lips are touching mine, ever so softly. We both said that nothing would happen between us while I’m a client.

“Rose … I promised you I wouldn’t touch you.” Even though technically I have been touching her tonight, what I really mean is fucking.

“I’m touching you,” she whispers as her hand slides down my bare back. Her nails run along my skin, making me shiver until she reaches my ass, where she squeezes the hard globes as her leg slides over my hip, pulling me closer to her. My dick is already as hard as steel and with nothing but the flimsy fabric of my pajama pants between us.

“Rosie, I’m trying to respect you.”

“I know and you’re doing a great job,” she whispers as her hand slides from my ass over my stomach, stopping at the top of my pants.

“Rose,” I moan her name as my dick twitches beneath her.

“You never explained properly what your kinks were, I want to know.” Her warm hand stays at the top of my pants, teasing me as my dick wishes she would edge the tiniest bit further down to him. She wants to know? My heart is thundering in my chest. Do I tell her? Will she want to do them with me? If I want something with her then she needs to know all of me.

“I hope this doesn’t change things between us … but I’ll tell you.” Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I center myself. “There is this club I’m a member of, even telling you that is kind of breaking the NDA.” She stills. “It’s a secret. No one knowsabout it, but it is a place where your every desire, fantasy, and kink can be catered for. I’ve been a member for a very long time now, it’s the only place I can safely get my fix.”

“It’s … a … sex club?” she stutters.

“Yes. But nothing sleazy, actually, you’d be impressed by the interiors, no expense was spared. It is for the one percent.”

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