Page 3 of Dr. Bad Boy

Be cool, Violet.

Easier said than done when my one-night stand is sliding his hand under my skirt, the curved tulip hem and his shadow providing just enough cover as his fingertips graze the bare skin at the top of my thigh.

My breath catches in my throat as his gaze darkens and his hand quests further.

He wouldn't.

Oh.

He totally would.

I gasp out loud, then bite my lip. The elevator stops again, still not our floor, and we get a weird look as the other people step off.

"You're terrible," I say, my words shaky but teasing as Max brings his fingers to his mouth.

He just shrugs, every inch an arrogant bad boy. "But I wanted a taste."

I can't breathe as I watch him lick his fingers.

"Incredible," he murmurs as we finally arrive on his floor.

Arrogant bad boy for the win.

Totally speechless, I follow him down the hall, each step bringing me closer and closer to whatever comes next.

He smoothly opens his hotel room and steps inside, holding the door for me. He watches me as I enter—like, really watches me—and a wave of heat rolls up through my body.

Whatever does come next, I'm totally game.

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Max

For more than a decade, I've had an agreement with a Vancouver-based madam, who has always matched me to women who could accommodate my kinks. But this time she's outdone herself.Those lips.Of the countless women she’s provided over the years, this is the first one I’m pretty sure I'm going to break my own fucking rules for. Because I want a taste of her mouth even more than I want her on her knees.

I take a moment to study her. Why? I have no idea. And actually, I don’t want to know. That would likely require an uncomfortable trip into my psyche, for which I have neither the time, nor the inclination.

Tangling my fingers into her hair, I tug her head back a little. Her sapphire-blue eyes sparkle as she gives me a wide smile. I tighten my grip, testing her reaction. She's not playing anything for my benefit, I don't think. She reminds me of the brand new subs at the club—eager and breathless. It's not what I was expecting for tonight, but if that's what she wants to play at, I'm game. Her breath catches as my lips hover over hers.

"When was the last time someone pulled your hair just the way you like it?"

Her chest rises and falls between us. "Maybe nobody has."

A total line, but it works. "Is that what you want from me?"

"Yes."

"What else do you want?" I don't know why I ask. I'm the client. What matters is what I want. But right now, all I can think about is exploring her limits.

Her eyes widen as she realizes I'm serious. Yeah, probably not what she expected, either.

I smirk. "Let's start with the basics. “Your safe word is—”

“Red.” She interrupts me, and I give her a stern look.

"That wasn't a question, gorgeous."

She frowns at me. "Oh."

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