Page 43 of Required Surrender

Her lilting laughter jetted sensations down my legs. “You’re very surprising.”

“You mean for an arrogant prick?”

Lark wrinkled her nose. “No, for a man who obviously has everything, including money.”

“I’ve been blessed but not without working my ass off.”

“For a sex club.”

“You still don’t understand the vital service my partners and I are providing.”

She eyed me carefully, peering over the edge of her coffee mug. “Why the clubs and not another business?” She twirled the wrench then returned it to the wall.

“Like what?” I crowded her space, surprised she didn’t back away. I selected a screwdriver, rubbing my fingers down the shaft.

“Real estate development. Taking over other billion-dollar corporations. Manufacturing. Electronics. Running a castle in Scotland.”

“Anything but kink.”

“Yes.”

I eased my cup onto the bench, my pulse racing from the sight of her fully aroused nipples pressing against the thin material of the shirt. Damn, she looked good in it. My mouth watered from the thought of ripping it off right here. Until her question, I hadn’t fully addressed why Jameson, Grant, and I had gone through with stretching our limits financially as well as mentally over the years. Suddenly, it came to me. “It was a dream explored with two other classmates in college. To be honest with you, we were all pressed to follow in our fathers’ footsteps. I think we were being rebellious with the idea. A few years later, the man responsible for the design presented us with a detailed plan and one thing led to another.”

“What does your father do? He doesn’t go around extorting people for money, does he?”

The question was inevitable but one I wasn’t prepared to answer fully. “Not on a daily basis. He owns businesses in Scotland, several in Europe. My father is also an eclectic man.”

“Like father, like son.” She was in her rebellious mood, goading me for more information. And I loved it, more aroused than the night before.

“I’m nothing like my father. Or so I tell myself.”

“Sadly, I think we resemble our parents more than we believe, including their bad habits.” She glanced away, shaking her head. It was obvious that she and her father weren’t on the best of terms.

“That doesn’t mean we’re destined to fall onto the same path.”

“I’m certain your father is proud of your accomplishments.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Hardly. He barely mentions my existence to his friends and colleagues. It would seem I’m an embarrassment to the family. I think you would call it being the black sheep.”

“You are more fascinating than I led myself to believe.”

“Things aren’t always as they seem, sweet Lark. Given your profession, you should know that.”

“True enough. Many of the clients I deal with have something to hide.”

I twirled the screwdriver then gently rolled the edge down her chest between her breasts. She shuddered immediately, her mouth twisting. The way she stood her ground fueled my playful actions. Very few people had been allowed to set foot in my revered space, certainly not a woman. She seemed comfortable in the environment, more so than inside my home. I was more intrigued by her than ever. As I eased the tool to the edge of the tee shirt, she breathed in, holding the air in her lungs.

When I slipped the cold steel under the material, sliding it against her stomach, her entire body shivered. “Is that what pushes them into criminal activities?”

“Maybe you should tell me.” Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“You think I’m a criminal.” I shifted my gaze in her direction as I pushed the shirt up past her waist, rolling the thin edge of the screwdriver around one nipple. The fact she didn’t try to stop me was telling. The night before had been an awakening, allowing her secretive needs to rise to the surface. Yet she thought I would exploit them, hurting her in the process.

“Are you?” She clenched her jaw, struggling not to react to the way her body had responded. Her nipples were a deep rose, swollen, and likely aching. Even the flush of her cheeks was a clear indication she was more aroused than normal.

As I shifted the tool to her other nipple, I couldn’t help but notice her breathing was labored, her lips twisting in her effort to ignore the sensations. “Can I admit to having done some bad things in my life? Absolutely. Do I continue to cross the fine line of decency? Without a doubt. However, I have personal and very strict rules as to how far I’ll go.” There was something about the way her dark curls bounced against her shoulders and voluptuous breasts that encouraged me to fist the long strands, using them as a leash while I fucked her from behind.

“Does that mean I can trust you?”

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