“What makes you say that?”
“When I caught her fucking another dude, I didn’t really care. I mean, I was beyond angry, but I wasn’t . . . hurt. I wasn’t all that sad.”
His eyes were magnetic. An irresistible force compelled me to look at him.
“I can’t explain why I didn’t love her. She was nice, and funny, and smart . . . although leaving the pictures on her phone of his dick in her mouth wasn’t the brightest idea.” His hand slipped down so his thumb could roll over my clit. “It was like, whenever I told her I loved her, it felt–”
“Like a lie,” I said. My heart thudded in my chest.
“Yes.” His enormous startled eyes snapped to mine and were mesmerizing. Connection.
I’d been where he had. I spent a year with Joel pretending. Wanting to be in love with him, but I’d failed. I’d learned my lesson the hard way that you can’t choose who you love.
“Have you ever been in love?” Dom asked. The thumb rubbed steady circles on my sensitive skin. It made my knees weak. I wasn’t going to be able to stand much longer if he continued. Or attempted anything better. Talking about love while he teased me; could this night get more insane?
“No,” I lied. “I don’t do love.”
“Why’s that?”
Damn him. He replaced his thumb with his mouth. I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder and groaned softly. Mine rang out like his did before, satisfaction and agony.
“I don’t have any shame in what I do,” his mouth made it a struggle to find air, “but others have a hard time with it.”
The tongue lapping at me ceased. “You keep, um, working when you’re in a relationship?”
“No, but I don’t do relationships either. I get bored, remember?” The wet, soft tongue swiped over my entrance. Again, I fisted a hand in his light brown hair that had a soft curl at the ends. Whatever woman had trained him, I owed her. I could let him fuck me with his mouth all night. Wait . . .
“I don’t want to come like this,” I said. “The next one’s on your cock.”
The hand on my ass hardened. “I’m going to need another minute, or five, and you’re getting awfully bossy.” His eyes were warm and playful. “Maybe I should strap you back down on the table.”
I pushed his head away. My knee moved from the armrest down to the cushion beside his hip. My other knee followed, so I straddled his lap. Shit, I was ordering him around. Somewhere along the way, I’d disregarded every rule, including my own. This night had gotten totally out of control, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I sat back so his dick was in front of me and I clenched it in a hand.
“You’re already halfway there,” I whispered. He was semi-hard as I stroked him.
“It’s been a year. You have no idea how much I want this.”
Not as much as I do, I almost said. And that? That was the most shocking thing of all. I loved sex, sure, but wanting it this badly with a client? I wouldn’t have believed it in a million years.
“I want this, Dom. Very, fucking real.”
My brain disconnected and shut down. I reached a hand out to grasp his chin and pull him to me so I could slant my lips on his, feathering the lightest of kisses there. Not enough. My second kiss was better. Lightning crackled between us.
I had kissed him. I was kissing him, and that action was not lost on Dom. Touching me got him started, but my mouth on him and my tongue caressing his was the activation switch to turn him on. He twitched in my hand, hardening in a single stroke.
We both broke the kiss at the same time and looked down, stunned at this reaction. I didn’t waste a moment more. I yanked a condom out of the pocket and tore the packet open, rolling it down the length of him as he groaned.
He went rigid as I positioned myself over him. Shit, was I moving too fast again? Did he want me some other way?
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He had one hand on my hip and the other slipped behind my neck. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m trying to remember this.” He let me lower myself down on him so he was right at my entrance. “Tonight’s got to get me through the next sexless year.”
I slid down, welcomed him inside my body, one fraction at a time. God, his cock was thick. My eyes fell closed as I descended further. The realization that this was it for him was powerful and struck me like a fist to my chest.
At last he was buried as deep as he could go. “Oh, god,” I cried out, my voice wrapped in pleasure. He silenced anything else I would have said when he took my mouth with his.
Now I was the only woman he’d been with in a year; the only woman he’d be with in two years if things continued the way he assumed they would. He’d chosen me for this.