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it. I love how you respond.” He stroked her down and put his hands on her waist once more. “Now let’s get you home before I forget myself. Think about what you want this weekend. I’ll pick you up from your place at six tomorrow night. Okay?”
She wanted to be with him. No question. Her fantasies and his. No holds barred. With any luck, their first time wasn’t just a fluke, and he—and she—would last more than two seconds before coming again.
“No.”
He stilled.
“Make it eight. I need a chance to get ready and shower first.”
He relaxed. “Right. Now let’s get you home.” He drove her back, and the sexual tension between them remained the entire trip. After she left the car, he rolled down his window and motioned for her to come closer. “You wanted honesty between us. That extends to this weekend. Nothing is out of bounds.”
“Nothing?” She couldn’t imagine what he thought she might like. Or, for that matter, what he secretly desired. “What if I turn you off?”
He snorted. “Not a chance in hell of that happening. And hey, if I suggest something you just can’t get into, we don’t do it. At least we’ll be honest with each other up front. Time to get any kinks or desires out of the way before this goes any further, right?”
He had a point. Something she’d never tried with any other guy before. “You have an interesting way of doing business, Brian.”
He winked. “So I’ve been told.”
She stood back, and he drove away before she could ask what the hell that meant.
Chapter Six
Brian didn’t know what had possessed him to take Faith to the club, but he couldn’t back down now. After all that he’d gone through to get the woman to open up to him, he might as well go for broke. He demanded honesty from his partners, and he’d have to give her the same.
Time to stop dancing around what he really needed in the bedroom. After all, if things weren’t going to work between them, best to know now, before they got in any deeper.
Not sure what she might want, he’d called in a few favors. Rex owed him, and he trusted the guy. No matter what Faith desired, Rex would come through and wouldn’t talk afterward. His best friend was good like that.
The room Brian had taken for the weekend was their most exclusive suite. What was the point of owning a part of the club if he couldn’t get preferential treatment?
As he waited in the expansive room that had been decked out with romance—and sex—in mind, he glanced around, wondering what Faith would think. Rose petals lay strewn over the floor by the fireplace, where a fuzzy rug, a roaring fire and plenty of pillows invited comfort and rolling-around fun.
The king-size bed had wrought-iron spindles, to which restraints had been attached. An antique armoire on the far wall held a bevy of toys, from floggers and whips to dildos and plugs. Different brands of lubricant, some scented, some flavored, had been fully stocked as well. And last but not least, a huge assortment of condoms sat in a drawer he’d already double-checked. Twice.
He blew out a breath, glad Freddy hadn’t said anything about him booking the suite. With any luck, she’d be too busy with her private life to give him crap over what he did with his spare time. Considering she lived a pretty alternative lifestyle, he knew she’d never judge him. Hell, she’d be cheering from the sidelines if he ever admitted he had his share of kinky desires.
He snorted. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen.” Some things a brother never shared with his sister.
He rubbed his erection, loving the feel of silk over him. He’d worn loose black pants and a white button-down shirt, open at the collar. No underwear to separate him from the soft fabric he wore. Tonight was all about comfort, sensuality, enjoyment. About Faith.
A knock sounded, and his pulse sped up. He crossed and opened the door, pleased to see Faith waiting for him in a long trench coat and heels. His
She wanted to be with him. No question. Her fantasies and his. No holds barred. With any luck, their first time wasn’t just a fluke, and he—and she—would last more than two seconds before coming again.
“No.”
He stilled.
“Make it eight. I need a chance to get ready and shower first.”
He relaxed. “Right. Now let’s get you home.” He drove her back, and the sexual tension between them remained the entire trip. After she left the car, he rolled down his window and motioned for her to come closer. “You wanted honesty between us. That extends to this weekend. Nothing is out of bounds.”
“Nothing?” She couldn’t imagine what he thought she might like. Or, for that matter, what he secretly desired. “What if I turn you off?”
He snorted. “Not a chance in hell of that happening. And hey, if I suggest something you just can’t get into, we don’t do it. At least we’ll be honest with each other up front. Time to get any kinks or desires out of the way before this goes any further, right?”
He had a point. Something she’d never tried with any other guy before. “You have an interesting way of doing business, Brian.”
He winked. “So I’ve been told.”
She stood back, and he drove away before she could ask what the hell that meant.
Chapter Six
Brian didn’t know what had possessed him to take Faith to the club, but he couldn’t back down now. After all that he’d gone through to get the woman to open up to him, he might as well go for broke. He demanded honesty from his partners, and he’d have to give her the same.
Time to stop dancing around what he really needed in the bedroom. After all, if things weren’t going to work between them, best to know now, before they got in any deeper.
Not sure what she might want, he’d called in a few favors. Rex owed him, and he trusted the guy. No matter what Faith desired, Rex would come through and wouldn’t talk afterward. His best friend was good like that.
The room Brian had taken for the weekend was their most exclusive suite. What was the point of owning a part of the club if he couldn’t get preferential treatment?
As he waited in the expansive room that had been decked out with romance—and sex—in mind, he glanced around, wondering what Faith would think. Rose petals lay strewn over the floor by the fireplace, where a fuzzy rug, a roaring fire and plenty of pillows invited comfort and rolling-around fun.
The king-size bed had wrought-iron spindles, to which restraints had been attached. An antique armoire on the far wall held a bevy of toys, from floggers and whips to dildos and plugs. Different brands of lubricant, some scented, some flavored, had been fully stocked as well. And last but not least, a huge assortment of condoms sat in a drawer he’d already double-checked. Twice.
He blew out a breath, glad Freddy hadn’t said anything about him booking the suite. With any luck, she’d be too busy with her private life to give him crap over what he did with his spare time. Considering she lived a pretty alternative lifestyle, he knew she’d never judge him. Hell, she’d be cheering from the sidelines if he ever admitted he had his share of kinky desires.
He snorted. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen.” Some things a brother never shared with his sister.
He rubbed his erection, loving the feel of silk over him. He’d worn loose black pants and a white button-down shirt, open at the collar. No underwear to separate him from the soft fabric he wore. Tonight was all about comfort, sensuality, enjoyment. About Faith.
A knock sounded, and his pulse sped up. He crossed and opened the door, pleased to see Faith waiting for him in a long trench coat and heels. His
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