"I can see we're going to need some time to get adjusted," he muttered, and tapped the pen on his palm. "Answer me honestly. How much kink experience have you had?"
"Real face-to-face?" She hesitated, wondering if he'd back out after hearing the truth that hers was all theoretical.
Brandon returned her unblinking stare, then frowned. "Are you tallying? Not asking for names and dates. Darlin', just round up."
She swallowed. "I don't have to. The answer is zero."
Crack! He snapped the pen in half. "Not once?"
Obviously, not what he expected. "That's right." She laid a blue pen in his palm and touched his skin. An electrical zing tingled her fingertips and flew up her arm. His eyes widened--oh God, that feeling wasn't just her imagination.
"This is your first experience outside of vanilla sex?" He straightened, and took hold of her arm. "You have had sex, haven't you?"
A heat wave overtook her. "Yes. Of course I have."
"Just checking." He released her as a muscle twitched along his jaw. Pressing his lips together, he turned his attention to the pad, and she leaned against the bar.
"What is this place?" she asked. "One of the private rooms?"
"You might say that." He turned the pad to her. "There. That should cover it."
Grabbing hold of the pad, she knitted her brows as she read. Agreement Contract. Rule: What Brandon McLemore deems appropriate stands and Mia Santero will follow. With two signature lines below it. "Wait. Are you nuts?"
"Not in the least," he said. "That rule covers everything that will go on between us."
"That rule isn't a rule. It's a diktat. How am I supposed to abide by a command that gives you complete freedom and authority to do as you see fit? You'll have all the power. Over me."
"Little researcher, you asked if I'm good," Brandon began, incrementally closing the distance between them. The power he exuded stole the thoughts right from Mia's brain. His gaze dipped to her mouth, then rebounded to her eyes. "Darlin', I'm not good. I'm a machine. I like it rough, raw, and I don't hold back. I'll make it my job to know what you want, but more importantly, what you need. There's a huge difference, and that's what distinguishes who commands and who pretends. I don't pretend."
"But..." She swallowed, believing every word he'd said. "You'd have to pretend with me."
He reached out and cupped her chin in his warm hand. "No, I won't. That's not what you need for this project or otherwise."
"Then what will you do?" Her body hummed from the heat in his eyes. "I need to be certain I know what to expect."
"That's fair," he murmured. "We can both get what we want. You want privacy and so do I. Out there. But when we're alone, there won't be any games."
"Don't crucify me because of last night. I said--"
"I'm not." He held her gaze. "But I expect you to be honest with me. Can you?"
Could she? "I think so." She glanced down, pondering what it might entail.
"You aren't sure?" he growled.
She jerked her attention to him. "That isn't what I said. I want to be honest with you and I will. Completely transparent!" Under his brooding glare, she twisted her fingers, waiting for him to say something.
"Mia, I'll give you everything you need, until you tell me to stop. Between you and me, there's something brewing. You said you wanted to be honest. Then let's. I could fuck you right now! God knows, I'd like to. Eventually, I'm going to spread your legs, lick and suck on your clit. Baby, I'm going to make you come like you've never come before. And that's a promise I intend on keeping. So if you return tonight, I'll be here. But you'd better come back knowing the truth. In short order, I'm going to have you under me as I bury my cock inside you for hours. My name will spill from those luscious lips of yours, and it won't be pretend."
Brandon crushed his mouth against hers. He nipped her bottom lip before tracing the seam of her mouth with his hot wet tongue. She moaned and parted her lips. He took the invitation to thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She reached up, her hands moving with a mind of their own, and curled her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against the formidable muscular wall of his chest. Brandon deepened their kiss by sliding his tongue further into her mouth, coaxing her response. He provided an enticing preview of how he intended to take her--more like own her--and she didn't want him to stop.
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