Page 33 of Worth the Risk

With a deeper frown, she argued, “But I thought—”

But he cut it off with his lips, tired of waiting for her to do as she was told. If things kept progressing as well as they did last night, he’d have to go over his rules. No arguing, no glaring, and never part ways without kissing goodbye.

“When’s your next night off?” he asked against her lips.

“Thursday.”

“We’ll go to the club, and I’ll show you the members’ areas. How does that sound?”

“Scary.”

“You’ll be with me. I’ll protect you.”

“Who protects me from you?”

“You do. With a safeword.” He raised his head and gazed down at her. She seemed tense and out of sorts. “Have you changed your mind about exploring with me?”

“No. Sorry. Don’t mind me. You took my coffee, and I need two cups before I’m human. I’m not exactly a morning person.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” he drawled, teasing, which prompted the wrinkling of her nose. He revised his a.m. Bella assessment—hot AF, a grump, and adorable. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her frowning mouth. “Thursday it is. But I’ll see you on Wednesday before or after my DM shift.”

He started to straighten, but her fingers curled in his shirt. So, he obliged her by brushing his lips over hers. This time, she opened eagerly and let him in. The caffeine was kicking in, evidently.

After lingering longer that he should—but she was oh-so tempting—he murmured, “Now I really gotta run.”

She wished him a good day with a resigned, pouty little frown that was impossible to resist. With one last kiss on her delectable mouth, he got out of there before he couldn’t and took her back to bed.

As he walked out to his truck, he whistled, something he couldn’t remember doing since... Ever. Great sex and a beautiful woman would do that. Even great vanilla sex, which floored him. That happened, but rarely. In fact, he could count on one hand how many times since his divorce.

It thrilled him they’d both gotten off without the extras. Which meant they had explosive chemistry as a foundation, and the sky was the limit from there. He had always planned to introduce her to his style of play gradually. Now he wouldn’t have to rein himself in so tightly and suffer while she caught up.

He laughed. He was fifteen years ahead of her, so that would take some time. But if he could get off in spectacular fashion like he did last night in the meantime, that was fine by him.

As he left her north San Antonio neighborhood and took the 1-10 loop to downtown and the Rossi offices, he saw his goofy grin in the rearview. He figured he looked like a sex-drunk idiot to anyone who looked over but didn’t care in the least. His head was full of Bella, which was one helluva way to start the day.

Chapter 9

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