.
She giggled. “No. Not who you’re thinking of anyway. A few other attorneys came and went, but not my favorite stalker.” She winked at him.
The waitress showed up and took their drink orders. Rafe barely glanced her direction. He couldn’t describe her if he had to. The woman seated across the table mesmerized him with her sexy laugh and teasing smile.
Every time he saw her he felt stronger about his desire to take their relationship to the next level. It had happened so fast, but he wasn’t one to question fate. If the stars aligned in his favor with this woman, he was one lucky man.
Of course what he really itched to do was dominate her. He could play the nice guy for only so long. He could wine and dine and date and go to movies, and had done so a number of times with a variety of women over the years. But when it came down to it, he needed to fess up and let Katy decide for herself what she was willing to open her mind up to.
Rafe had no doubt Katy had never stepped foot in a BDSM club. He seriously suspected no one had ever taken her under their thumb and controlled her, driving her arousal higher than she could imagine and forcing her to come on command.
Hell, Rafe had managed to extract an orgasm from her in a public bar under his direction. Of course he’d also been applying intense friction to her nipples and pussy at the time. But he’d nearly come inside his jeans himself as he watched the rapture on her face.
After they placed their orders, Katy leaned her chin on her palm and sipped her wine while she stared at him.
“What?” He ran a hand over his face. “Do I have something on me?”
“Nope.”
It should have unnerved him the way she looked at him, or at least scared his pants off. But the intensity of her stare didn’t rattle him. He liked it.
“How do you manage to look so suave and sexy and rough all at the same time?”
“Hmm. What does that mean?” He ran his fingers through his hair next. Maybe he should have looked in a mirror.
Katy giggled. “See. That.” She pointed at his hair. “The way you manage to make your hair lay like that’s your signature move.”
“Huh.”
“Any other man did that and he’d look a mess. On you, it seems as though you’ve intentionally scattered every hair to lie just so.”
“And this is a good thing?”
“Sexy. Yes.” She took another drink of her wine. She squirmed against her chair also, her gaze wandering toward the table for a moment. Her blunt words had made her nervous.
The same blunt manner had made Rafe hard as a rock. He yearned for her to dip her head as she was right now because he commanded it. He craved the idea of seeing her hair fall around her shoulders, curtaining her face in submission.
And he was a coward. The reality was he liked her so much he was afraid to face the truth. What if she didn’t want to see him again? It would devastate him. Instead he strung her along, hoping for some sort of miracle that would cause her to be so engrossed in him she would be willing to give his lifestyle a try.
It wasn’t fair, and he’d broken many of his own rules, but at least he hadn’t stripped her naked and taken her completely. At least not outside of his mind.
In his head he’d fucked her seven ways and then started over. Every time she was the perfect submissive. He swallowed his lingering fear that he was living a dream, a dream Katy Marks could never star in.
Rafe took her hand across the table with his and stroked her knuckles with his finger. “You’re good for my ego.” He waited for her to lift her gaze and then changed the subject. “Tell me about your job. What sort of clients do you work for?”
They chatted while they ate. The meal was slow and leisurely. First Katy explained everything she did in a normal week, and then Rafe did the same. They joked that neither job was particularly interesting when laid out for examination, but they both enjoyed their work and were pleased with their
She giggled. “No. Not who you’re thinking of anyway. A few other attorneys came and went, but not my favorite stalker.” She winked at him.
The waitress showed up and took their drink orders. Rafe barely glanced her direction. He couldn’t describe her if he had to. The woman seated across the table mesmerized him with her sexy laugh and teasing smile.
Every time he saw her he felt stronger about his desire to take their relationship to the next level. It had happened so fast, but he wasn’t one to question fate. If the stars aligned in his favor with this woman, he was one lucky man.
Of course what he really itched to do was dominate her. He could play the nice guy for only so long. He could wine and dine and date and go to movies, and had done so a number of times with a variety of women over the years. But when it came down to it, he needed to fess up and let Katy decide for herself what she was willing to open her mind up to.
Rafe had no doubt Katy had never stepped foot in a BDSM club. He seriously suspected no one had ever taken her under their thumb and controlled her, driving her arousal higher than she could imagine and forcing her to come on command.
Hell, Rafe had managed to extract an orgasm from her in a public bar under his direction. Of course he’d also been applying intense friction to her nipples and pussy at the time. But he’d nearly come inside his jeans himself as he watched the rapture on her face.
After they placed their orders, Katy leaned her chin on her palm and sipped her wine while she stared at him.
“What?” He ran a hand over his face. “Do I have something on me?”
“Nope.”
It should have unnerved him the way she looked at him, or at least scared his pants off. But the intensity of her stare didn’t rattle him. He liked it.
“How do you manage to look so suave and sexy and rough all at the same time?”
“Hmm. What does that mean?” He ran his fingers through his hair next. Maybe he should have looked in a mirror.
Katy giggled. “See. That.” She pointed at his hair. “The way you manage to make your hair lay like that’s your signature move.”
“Huh.”
“Any other man did that and he’d look a mess. On you, it seems as though you’ve intentionally scattered every hair to lie just so.”
“And this is a good thing?”
“Sexy. Yes.” She took another drink of her wine. She squirmed against her chair also, her gaze wandering toward the table for a moment. Her blunt words had made her nervous.
The same blunt manner had made Rafe hard as a rock. He yearned for her to dip her head as she was right now because he commanded it. He craved the idea of seeing her hair fall around her shoulders, curtaining her face in submission.
And he was a coward. The reality was he liked her so much he was afraid to face the truth. What if she didn’t want to see him again? It would devastate him. Instead he strung her along, hoping for some sort of miracle that would cause her to be so engrossed in him she would be willing to give his lifestyle a try.
It wasn’t fair, and he’d broken many of his own rules, but at least he hadn’t stripped her naked and taken her completely. At least not outside of his mind.
In his head he’d fucked her seven ways and then started over. Every time she was the perfect submissive. He swallowed his lingering fear that he was living a dream, a dream Katy Marks could never star in.
Rafe took her hand across the table with his and stroked her knuckles with his finger. “You’re good for my ego.” He waited for her to lift her gaze and then changed the subject. “Tell me about your job. What sort of clients do you work for?”
They chatted while they ate. The meal was slow and leisurely. First Katy explained everything she did in a normal week, and then Rafe did the same. They joked that neither job was particularly interesting when laid out for examination, but they both enjoyed their work and were pleased with their
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