Page 27 of Matrix

“Gladly.” I throw her onto my king-sized bed. “Much better. Now, tell me, Ms. FBI Agent, what kinds of sex games do you like to play?”

“Sex games?” Her breath is heavy and deep, making her breasts rise and fall most tantalizingly. I could watch her all night.

“Whips? Chains? Butt plugs?” I raise a brow.

“Oh, I’ve never …” She blushes.

“Never what?” I straddle her, hovering without putting any weight on her body.

“I haven’t done anything like that.”

“Really?” Maybe she’s as sweet as she was pretending to be, after all. “Not once?”

“No.”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” The thought is so horrifying that I wish I’d never had it. But if she hasn’t been touched, I need to know. It wouldn’t stop me entirely, but I’d have to think things through. Adding a lovesick virgin to my ever-growing list of problems isn’t a good idea. Personally, I’ve never had to deal with one, but I’ve seen it go down, and it’s a disaster every time.

“I’ve had sex.” She turns even redder, as if that’s even possible, and looks away.

“When?” I can’t stop the Cheshire Cat-like grin from spreading across my face. Thank fucking hell she’s not a virgin.

“That’s none of your business,” she bristles.

“You haven’t gotten laid since you moved into the clubhouse. I would have heard about it if you were fucking someone else.”

“I’ve never touched anyone here.”

“Why not?”

“Because …” She bites her bottom lip.

“Tell me.”

“You’re the only one I wanted, but you didn’t seem interested.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. For an FBI agent, you’re not very good at reading people. I’ve wanted to get between your sexy little thighs for a long damn time.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Her emerald-green eyes meet mine, sending a stab of lust through my belly. I don’t know how to answer her question without spilling my guts, so I kiss her instead. I palm her cheeks and press my lips against her luscious mouth. For months, I dreamed about kissing her like this. The real thing is so much better than my fantasies.

She tastes like mint and forbidden passion. Everything I’ve kept caged since she arrived at the clubhouse finally breaks free. I’m wild with my need to possess her. Sitting back, I pull my shirt over my head. When her gaze lands on my nipples, she gasps.

“What is that?” She traces her finger over the barbell ring through my right nipple.

“A piercing.”

“I can see that,” she says wryly. “But what—is that a skull and cross bones on one side and red lips on the other?”

“Yeah, it’s called the ‘Kiss of Death’.” I grin. “You like it?”

“It’s … interesting.”

“I bet you’ve never fucked a guy with piercings before.”

“No. Can’t say that I have. I can’t believe you got both of them pierced.” As she scrapes her thumb over my left nipple, I shiver. Precum leaks from my cock, and all I can think about is shoving it between her lips. “Did it hurt?”

“What?” I’m confused for a second because I’m too busy thinking about all the places I want to bury my cock. “Oh, yeah. The piercing. It hurt like hell, but I’m into that, so no big deal.”

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