“Me too.”
“You’ve dated a little?”
“Not Debra,” he said quickly. I laughed. So, he really was worried about me thinking that. Fair. I’d been a bit extreme in my reaction. That was putting it lightly. I’d been crappy to him in my reaction. There. That was a more accurate description.
“Anyone memorable?”
“There was a problem with each person I dated. None of them were you,” he told me carefully.
I thought about that for a minute.
“It sounds like you’re saying that I’m irreplaceable.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“David,” I whispered. “Don’t tempt me. Don’t draw me in.”
He reached for my shoulders and turned me, so we were facing each other. I couldn’t do this again. I couldn’t sleep with him and then walk away. I didn’t know much, but I knew I couldn’t handle it. Sleeping with him and calling it a one-time fling was going to kill me. I’d had my fair share of easy, casual sex. Sleeping with David had been anything but casual.
“You’re incredible, Zoey,” he murmured.
“David...”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
“I feel the exact same way,” I blurted out. “It’s crazy, right? Tell me that it’s crazy. I mean, it’s all wrong. You’re Felix’s friend, and you’re a lawyer, and I’m just some digital tech girl, and we said it was just going to be a fun weekend together, but here it is, all this time later, and I-”
He cut me off with a kiss. David pulled me close to himself, and he kissed me. He didn’t hold back, either. This wasn’t some soft, gentle, I’m-happy-to-see-you-again kiss. It wasn’t a polite kiss. It was hungry and dirty and raw, and it made my body feel like I was on fire.
When he pulled back, he looked at me.
“I want you,” he said.
“I want you, too.”
“I’m not ready for the night to end,” David told me. I knew what he meant. It was barely nine, and already, everyone else had gone home. We could do that, too, if we wanted to act like we were a million years old. We weren’t old, though, and we didn’t have anything we needed to rush home to.
“There’s a club,” I offered.
“A club?”
“Yeah, a dirty one,” I chuckled. “It’s not far from here. We could go.”
“What does Zoey Lane want to do at a dirty club?” David teased, stroking my cheek.
“You could tie me up,” I offered. I shrugged like I was being casual, but I wasn’t being casual. It had been a damn long time since someone had pulled me over their knee, and I could use a spanking. If we went to a sex club, we could make that happen. Either he could spank me, or he could watch someone else spank me. It could be fun.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, princess.”
“I know exactly what I’m saying.”
“Which club do you want to go to?” David asked carefully.
“Classified,” I said easily. It was the best sex club in the area. It was private, it was clean, and you had to be a member to get in. Luckily, I’d gotten my membership the previous weekend. I’d even met up with an old friend who lived in the area. We’d played together a few times in the past, and even though she was in a relationship and wildly monogamous now, it was still good to get to catch up with her.
“You need a membership,” he pointed out.
“I have one,” I told David. “And I can bring a guest. You just can’t, you know, fuck anyone there until you’ve gotten tested and all that sort of thing.” It was a reputable place with reputable people. You could have as much sex as you wanted at the club, but only if you had the go-ahead.