She leans forward in her seat. "But for this to work, there are rules which need to be followed."
"Oh?"
She nods. "No names. No addresses. No contact details. One night. We fuck, and then we go our separate ways."
"Hmm." I contemplate the whiskey in my glass. It’s what I want, isn’t it? No complications or problems. A straightforward sexual encounter. The kind which would be blistering, given the chemistry between us. It’s exactly what I’m looking for. I’m not looking for a long-term relationship, or indeed, to get married. Not like my brothers who have, one-by-one, found the loves of their lives and settled down. I’m nowhere near ready for that. What I’m looking for is a good fuck—the kind of sex that’ll allow me to forget the responsibilities I carry on my shoulders for theCosa Nostra. It’s why I drove out to this bar, a place I tend to frequent because it’s far away from my brothers’ usual haunts.
Over the years, I’ve tended to come here when I need to get away from it all. I normally book a room above the bar for the night and sleep off my hangover before returning home. Only the owner knows my identity, and he swore to keep it secret.
Maybe the bartender suspects I’mCosa Nostra.If he does, he’s never given any indication. And I’d prefer to keep it that way. Normally, I prefer to keep a low profile and not talk to anyone, but today, I walked into the bar and spotted her instantly.
Her tight jeans and blood-red corset had made my balls tighten. I knew, even before she turned her head, she'd be beautiful—her auburn hair curling down her back, her luscious hips thrust out as she leaned forward to take a drink. I knew then, I wasn’t going up to my room alone. I’m going to have her. Things are working out. I’m going to fuck her, and then walk away in the morning. So why am I not satisfied? Why do I want more?
"What about hard limits?" I murmur.
"Excuse me?"
I glance up to find her gaping at me. "Did you just ask—"
I tilt my head. "About your limits. Is anything off the table tonight?"
Her nostrils flare. Color sears her cheeks. In the dim lighting, red highlights glimmer among the strands of her gorgeous auburn hair.
"If I say no, would you accept it?" she finally asks.
"No," I say flatly.
She reaches over, takes the glass from my hand, and sips from it.
"Should I have a safe word?"
"When you’re with me, you won’t need a safe word. You’ll trust me to handle your body the way I think you’d want me to."
"That’s a lot of trust you’re asking me to put in a stranger." She wrinkles her nose.
So damn adorable. "The very fact that you’re here talking to me means you trust me," I point out.
She seems to think about it, then nods. "About the hard limits then..." She juts out her lips. "No anal—”
"Unacceptable. And that’s not what I meant. You know that."
"Wait, what?" She opens and shuts her mouth. "How am I supposed to know that?"
"I plan to take your pussy, your ass, your mouth, every hole in your body, and many times over before the night is out. We clear about that?"
She swallows. Her breath hitches. Her chest rises and falls, and if I glance at her breasts, I’m sure I’ll find her nipples outlined against the corset-like top she’s wearing.
"Are. We. Clear?" I ask again.
She nods. "So, if I don’t have a safe word, and if we’re not establishing hard limits, how do we proceed?"
I rake my gaze over her features, then reach over and take the glass from her. "We’ll have to play it by ear."
"By ear?"
"I won’t do anything outside of what I outlined earlier."
"So, no hard-core S&M, then?"