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Her breathing grows uneven. Her eyes glaze. I pull my fingers free just as she’s about to tip.
She drops her burger onto her plate and glares at me like she’s ready to climb on me and ruin me.
I’d let her.
Then I’d throw everyone out of this place and bend her over the table to remind her who’s in charge.
“Your place or mine?” I ask, hoping she says hers. Most of mine is locked down for the Decadence Trials. And I want to see how she lives. How she decorates, what she owns. Whether it matches what I’ve imagined for her.
“Mine isn’t anything special, but I have booze and food. I don’t have any kinky stuff you probably own.”
I smirk. “I can get creative with anything, Stephanie. But tonight… I’d like to do something different.”
She sips her milkshake through a straw, eyes narrowing. “Different?”
“Less distractions. Just us. I’ll still cut you. Spank you raw. Fuck you until you pass out. But I want to try it gently, too.”
I rub at my chest. I’ve never done it. I’ve never let a woman roam her hands over me, touch me back. After what Conan said earlier, maybe she could have some power in that. I’ll never be a good boy on my knees; that isn’t in me. I can’t strip myself of all of my control. But I’d like to fuck her with eye contact. Let her choke on my cock with her hands on me.
Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
“You mean… like making love?” she asks.
My heart kicks hard. The word is alien to me, but she’s right. I nod, not trusting myself to say it aloud.
She smiles. “I’ve never done that either.”
I blow out a breath. “You’ve never been in?—?”
She giggles. “My god, you can’t even say it. I’m in a loveless marriage.”
My jaw twitches. Is she? Am I loveless?
I can do this. It’s just a word.
“I’d like to make love to my wife,” I say. And to my own surprise, the words don’t make me sick.
Her eyes light up.
I glance at my glistening fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean. “My dessert.”
Her blush deepens.
“You’re cruel,” she whispers.
“Only because I want to watch you squirm until we get home. Then, Mrs. Quinn, you’ll learn what cruel really means.”
“So my place?” She grins, finishing the last bites.
I nod. “I’d love to see your lair.”
Chapter 50
STEPHANIE
Song- Die With A Smile, Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars.
By the time we reach my apartment, my pulse is a slow, heavy thud in my ears.
