Page 30 of Seductive Scoundrel

“I’m glad dinner was worth it.”

Her voice shakes when she speaks again. “What about the secret you promised to tell me?”

New York could be filled with the pile of secrets no one knows about me. And it will stay that way. But fair is fair, and I decide to tell her some harmless facts.

“I’ve never been drunk. I’ve never smoked anything. I’ve never taken any substance that removes my control.”

Her eyes widen. “Not even as a teenager?”

“I lost my virginity to my best friend’s mom when I was 16. I started my sex life by tying up a woman over twice my age. Control has never been something I sacrifice. Ever. For anyone. Business or personal.”

When I met Dex, whiskey made us both loose, but I was coherent, able to make smart decisions and carry on a proper conversation. I wasn’t drunk at the masquerade party either. So, how are my memories of Mia all fucked up?

I. Am. Never. Wrong.

I assumed she was playing with camera angles when she sent me pictures of the body that has been occupying my dreams – she wasn’t. Good thing the dress looks better losing a battle of wills against her brand new curves.

“Jesus,” she breathes.

The awareness of what’s to come tonight washes over Mia as goosebumps cover her flushed skin. Her sexy lips part and her chest heaves just from my words. She isn’t prepared. But she wants whatever I’m offering.

In fact, she’ll beg for it. Beg for me.

When we pull into the underground parking garage, I guide Mia from the back of the car towards the private elevator banks that will bring us to my penthouse.

“You even have your own elevator?”

I shrug. “I suppose. But I also have my own plane, so an elevator is a small indulgence.”

When the doors open onto a marble foyer, the ambient lights from the city pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Mia gasps. I’m so used to my surroundings that I barely notice them anymore, but I’m glad she’s appreciating them.

She kicks her heels off and beelines towards the uninterrupted view of Central Park, her face pressed to the glass. “My entire place would fit into your living room. About twelve times.”

“Mia.” The tone of my voice spins her around like a top, her rapt gaze now focused solely on me. “I’ll give you a tour later. Come here.”

Watching her shiver is never going to get old. Her eyes are a wild mix of emotions, but she tilts her chin and walks purposefully towards me, stopping inches away and avoiding eye contact. She’s an intoxicating scent of honey, vanilla and lavender, and I can’t wait to cover myself in her.

“Take your dress off.”

“W-w-what?”

“If you don’t want me to fuck you so good that you’ll feel it for a month, then go back downstairs and tell Robert to take you home. Dinner was my pleasure and there will be no hard feelings.” I wait ten beats and she takes a step closer. “Good. Now, do what I said. Take. It. Off.”

It takes her three tries to work the zipper, but it’s well worth the wait when the dress falls to the floor and reveals full, perky tits with nipples that are already puckered, and a tiny scrap of material between her legs.

She’s already wet. I don’t have to check because I can smell her.

I toss my suit jacket to the couch and lift her off the ground, her arms instantly wrapping around my neck as I move towards the back of my place. I spread Mia on the center of my bed, remove the tie she gave me, and then use it to restrain her wrists to the headboard. The sight of her exactly where I want her – finally – has my cock pulsing in response.

“Safeword,” I demand.

“Mr. Big Dick.”

I chuckle. “You’ll be saying that anyway. You need something that will snap me out of my fixation, not encourage me.”

“How about another guy’s name?”

I cock an eyebrow and my palm smacks against the side of her ass, making her cry out even as her pupils dilate. “Careful, woman.”

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