Page 6 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

“I don’t know what to say.” And it was true. The more he talked the further I got from my comfort zone. It was one thing to think about fantasies and another thing entirely to voice them.

Especially to a stranger, no matter how dirty and delicious he looked right now.

His lips curved into that delectable half smile again. My mind immediately imagined his lush mouth traversing every inch of my naked form. “Have you seen enough of the Kat to believe you are safe here?”

I mulled his question through my mind. Safe. That’s not exactly what I’d been thinking. Ravished maybe. Apparently this is what happened when you deprived yourself of sex for such a long time. I’d agree to just about anything. Sanity managed to penetrate my brain and I considered what little I knew. I’d created a safeword, but no negotiations beyond that had occurred.

“I won’t harm you if that’s what you’re worried about. And the Kat is strictly monitored to ensure safety.”

There it was. The big giant elephant in the room. My Fear.

“However, you do need to make the decision. Do you want to join me in the private dining room and find out what path your pleasure will take tonight or do you want to go home now? The choice is yours.”

I stared at him with feigned surprise when all I really saw were the broad shoulders and muscular arms I could imagine holding me down while we fucked. Every second I spent drinking in his imposing appearance, lust built between my thighs until it became difficult to think straight. My stomach flipped repeatedly at the mere idea of fulfilling one of my longest held fantasies. Sex with a perfect stranger.

“I don’t want to go home.” I blurted out the words before I could give myself enough time to back out. For once in my life I did not need to analyze the situation to death.

“Good choice, Harper, good choice.” He spun me around and clasped my hands behind my back. Leather restraints were fastened around my wrists. The stab of fear from earlier returned.

In an instant soft fabric covered my eyes and the lights of the hallway winked out as he blindfolded me.

“Wait.” I fought the rising panic in my mind.

“Yes, kitten?” He mouthed the question against my ear, making me shiver in response.

“I don’t even know your name,” I objected.

A warm chuckle caressed my ear. “I guess we could start with at least a few of the mundane details before I’m buried balls deep inside you. Although I don’t think it’s necessary. Knowing my name isn’t going to change the outcome of tonight now, is it?”

My stomach jolted at the brash words reverberating through my brain as my body began to pulse with need. Little did he know I had a secret weakness for a man who talked dirty. His question on the other hand. Holy shit. I didn’t know what to do with that. If I didn’t know his name would I still proceed? Talk about the million dollar question.

“I obviously already know your name is Harper Allison and where you work,” he continued. “As for me. The only name I want to hear from your lips tonight is ‘Sir’. Is that going to be a problem?”

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