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DARCI trembled as she unlocked her apartment while Bradley stood a respectable number of inches away. Somehow she’d gone from a terse goodnight on the dance floor to standing outside the venue where he held her hand and called a car.

Every nerve ending in her body felt alive as she pushed the door open and stepped in, motioning for him to follow. He shut the door behind him and flipped the locks in place.

“Want anything to drink?” She bent down to take her heels off, but he stopped her.

“Leave those on.”

The dominant bite in his tone sent a wave of moisture to her pussy, and she resisted the urge to clamp her thighs together for fear she might wobble and fall in the heels. She knew from their one night together all those months ago that he could be demanding. Was that what she wanted tonight?

“Something to drink?” She repeated the question, hoping to cut through some of the sexual tension in the air.

He shook his head and stepped closer to her. “Unless by something to drink you mean letting me lap up the juices from your cunt, then no, I don’t want a drink.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “So we’re just going to jump straight to the sex, huh?”

He chuckled. “I think we’ve been dancing around it since you walked into lunch the other day, pet.”

She nearly whimpered. He’d called her pet during their playtime at Exposure and it made her so wet then. Tonight was no exception.

He wasn’t wrong, either. She’d been imagining him inside her since he showed up at lunch.

“Bedroom is this way.” She tilted her head towards the small hallway and headed for the bedroom door.

When they both stood in front of her bed, she tried not to seem nervous, but she was. It had been a long time since she’d let a man into her apartment.

“You seem anxious, pet. What do you need?” He closed the distance between them, and put his hands on her hips. Dipping his head, he kissed her and tension eased from her shoulders.

“Just take the lead,” she whispered. “But not like the first time. I’m not ready to be that submissive to you again. Not yet.”

He nodded and kissed her cheek. “I think I get what you’re saying. If I go too far or get too bossy just use your safeword, OK?”

She nodded. “I can do that.”

“Good girl. Now let’s get this dress off of you. I’ve been imagining taking your clothes off again for months.”

He turned her so he could unzip the back of her cocktail dress and let it pool at her feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, only a pair of black lace panties.

He hissed as he turned her to face him again and palmed a breast in each of his hands.

“Fuck. You’re so damn perfect, Darci.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she tried to duck her head, but he lifted a hand and tilted her chin upward so she was forced to stare into his eyes.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the memory of you?”

Her gaze widened. “Seriously? I had no idea. After you didn’t call anymore or show up at the club again, I just...”

He pushed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Life got so busy after our night together and every time I thought about calling it was three in the morning or I was in the middle of a meeting. And every damn time I thought about it my dick got hard. How do you like knowing you have that kind of effect on me still after all these months?”

She bit her lip. “I don’t know what to say.”

He lowered his voice and whispered, “You can say you want me to taste you.”

She shivered. “What if I want to taste you, too?”

He groaned and captured her lips in a kiss. It was aggressive, commanding, and she was putty in his hands. Her panties became soaked as his fingers brushed over her nipples.

“Oh, you’ll get your chance, Darci.”

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