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“I think I’ve had enough for tonight. I’m going to go. See you Monday,” Emma mutters as she heads towards the door.
I should just let her go. I should let her walk out of here and go back to my place, or better yet, find someone to fuck to ease the tension I’m feeling.
But I don’t want to.
“Wait,” I say, and she turns back around. “Is exhibitionism something you’re really interested in?”
She gives me a sure nod.
“And bondage?”
Another nod.
I’m going to regret the next words coming out of my mouth. “Let’s make a deal then.”
Emma’s cute nose scrunches up in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You want to explore your kinks with someone you trust. I’m an experienced Dom. Let me help you.”
She’s shaking her head before I’ve even finished. “You’re the one who was adamant about not mixing business with pleasure.”
“So, we don’t. We only meet at the club, and we don’t discuss work while we’re here. In turn, we don’t discussanything about the club at work. I can keep the two separate. Can you?”
“I think this is a bad idea.”
Yeah, me too. But I can’t find it in myself to care right now.
I step towards her, she steps back. We continue our little dance until I have her caged in against the wall by the door. I lean in close to her ear, never touching her. “I’m sure your body remembers how good I can make you feel,Dulzura. I know mine does.”
“I don’t understand why you’d want to help me.”
“Call it a mutually beneficial agreement. You get to explore your kinks and receive pleasure in a safe space, and I get the release I need.”
Emma bites on her plush bottom lip, and I, once again, have to fight the urge to pull it away with my thumb. I won’t touch her until she agrees, even if I’m dying to feel her soft body again.
“Can I have some time to think about it?” she whispers.
I step back and put my hands in my pockets. “Of course. Take the week to decide. If you agree, meet me back here next Saturday night at eight o’clock. I’ll have them give your card access to this room. If you don’t show up, I won’t bring it up again.”
“Okay. Um, goodnight, Ben.”
“Goodnight, Emma.”
Then she leaves.
I sit in the room, trying to muster an ounce of the regret Ishouldfeel for wanting to fuck my coworker, but all I can find is anticipation.
I want her to say yes so badly.
I just don’t want to look too closely into why.
Chapter 15
Emma
Benjamin Rossi is giving me fucking whiplash.
Theaudacityof that man.
