Chapter 1
ONE
Hart
O ut of all the sounds I’d ever heard in my life, her laugh was easily the sexiest. It filled my ears after we reached for the door at the same time, our hands linked by accident.
“Sorry about that,” she said, her giggle dying out.
“No reason to be sorry.”
Especially when it came to touching—and a woman this beautiful could touch me all she wanted.
My fingers stayed on hers for a second longer than they probably should, squeezing her and the metal handle at the same time. And as we both pulled the restaurant door open, I took her in even more.
Hair that appeared black in the dimly lit entrance and eyes that were radiant and a vibrant blue. Lips that were thick and sparkled with gloss. Tits that were tucked inside a dress and then covered with an unzipped jacket, which also concealed most of her body, but the little I could see was perfect.
More than perfect .
It was enticing.
And that was just her body. Her face was fucking stunning.
As her fingers pulled away from the metal—and me—and hung at her side, she stood frozen in the entryway, as though she were waiting for instruction.
But unlike her, I hadn’t let go of the handle, using it to keep the door open, and I waved her through. “After you.”
“Are you sure?” Her question was toned in a way that sounded flirtatious. “Because you arrived before me, so I think you should go in first.”
I took another dip to her heels and gradually worked my way back up. “Yes, I’m sure.”
The whole reason I’d come to Horned in the first place was to fulfill Walker’s wishes.
Was I sure I wanted to eat alone tonight? No.
I’d rather eat with her.
Or eat her.
But I was positive that a woman as gorgeous as the one I was staring at—coming to a restaurant on a Thursday evening, dressed as beautiful and as elegant as her—was meeting someone.
“Please,” I replied. “Go ahead in.”
She smiled as she walked past me. “Thank you.”
That grin … fuck . I hadn’t anticipated it to be as powerful as it was or that it could make her look even more beautiful.
But I was wrong.
Her smile was breathtaking.
And it was compelling enough to get her anything she wanted.
At least with me.
I followed her in, smelling the fruity jasmine that wafted from her—a scent as captivating as her gaze. And despite how badly I wanted to keep following her, we parted ways as she went to the hostess desk, and I veered into the bar.
It was a goddamn shame too. I would have preferred a night with her to the one I had planned.
Once I took a seat, I inconspicuously snapped a few photos and thumbed through the drink menu the bartender had handed me. I already knew what I was going to order, but I looked at it to see its presentation, assessing the paper of the menu and the font that was used, comparing their prices with what we charged.
“How’s your old-fashioned?” I asked the bartender.
“I make the best one in town.”
I chuckled to myself.
Nah, man, our old-fashioned at Charred—our Michelin-rated steak house with locations all over the world, including one here in Laguna Beach—was the best. It had actually won awards.
But bartenders were usually on the cocky side; ours were as well. Considering Horned had only been open for two months, the man in front of me still had a lot of convincing to do in a market that demanded excellence.
“Prove it to me,” I told him.
He smiled. “Happily.”
“Make that two,” someone said from beside me.
I didn’t even have to look.
I smelled her the second she spoke, the fruit and jasmine taking hold of me and not letting go. And the voice—I knew that too. The only thing missing was the laughter.
As I turned toward her, she said, “Mind if I sit?” Her teeth were on her lip, biting the plumpness, inviting my stare.
There was only one vacant stool at the bar, and it happened to be the one next to me.
“I would enjoy nothing more,” I told her .
There was that smile again.
The one that had rocked me in the doorway of the restaurant.
It was doing the same thing to me all over again. But this time, even my dick was reacting, my shaft turning painfully hard inside my pants.
She got settled in the seat. “When your date arrives—assuming you have one—I’ll get up so she can sit with you.”
An interesting statement.
And an even more interesting offer.
Because if I were meeting another woman here, I shouldn’t be looking at her the way I was.
“No date. I’m eating alone. Right here in the bar. You don’t have to go anywhere … unless you want to.” I paused, choosing my next words carefully. “I suppose I should say, I’ll get up when your date arrives.”
The bottom lip she was nibbling was now rubbing against the top one, once again drawing my attention to her mouth. To its lusciousness. Glossiness. Causing me to think of only one thing—the way those lips would look if they were sucking on the end of my dick.
“You should offer that, yes,” she agreed.
“Except I won’t. Because I’d like to eat dinner with you tonight.”
“And if I’m meeting someone?”
I leaned back in my barstool, removing my arms from the bar top, to get an even better view of her. “Whoever that someone is, it doesn’t matter. Stay with me instead. I promise you’ll have a much better time.”
She spread her lips wide, a smile but without any teeth, her head slightly shaking. “That’s a confident thing to say.”
“I’m a confident guy.”
At a competing restaurant, where I was currently semi-undercover, I couldn’t use the name everyone knew me by. It didn’t matter if I wasn’t the face of the company; the Weston brand was known everywhere, and my name was attached to that.
So, I reached out to shake her hand and said, “I’m Lockhart,” which was my birth name, used only by my mother whenever I had gotten in trouble as a kid. “And you are?”
While she looked at my fingers, I knew without any doubt that she would be joining me for dinner.
That I would know her intimately before this night was over.
And that her pussy was already mine—she just didn’t know it.
“Sadie.” The heat of her skin soaked straight into me. “It’s nice to meet you, Lockhart.”
I held on like it was the door handle, a few extra seconds than needed, and slowly released her grip.
Once I did, she traced her pink-painted nails across the bar top and said, “No date. No friend joining you. Just a quiet Thursday evening out?”
“Sometimes, I like it quiet when there’s far too much loud in my life.”
“Oh, I hear that.” She glanced at the ceiling and across the busy bar. “Except there are much quieter places to go than here.”
“Are you suggesting we go somewhere else?”
Her hands lifted to her face, and she held her chin. “You’re spicy. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Not in those words, but I like your description.” I waited. “Sadie, who’s joining you tonight?”
“Are you asking because you want to prepare yourself for battle?”
I laughed. “I don’t see a battle in my future. ”
“Really? No war?”
“No.” I wrapped my fingers around the glass that the bartender had placed in front of me and held it toward her. “I see you and me sitting here until the restaurant closes and then going somewhere for a nightcap.”
“You’ve just met me. The restaurant probably doesn’t close for another four hours or so. How do you know you’ll still be interested by then?” She clinked her glass against mine and took a sip.
“Intuition.”
“Yeah?” She set her glass down. “What else does your intuition tell you about me?”
I didn’t return my tumbler to the bar. I wanted to hold the liquor, and I wanted to keep it close in case I needed more of its taste. It was the second-best thing I could put down my throat—her pussy being first.
“Based on what I’m seeing and feeling, one of two scenarios is true.”
She swiveled her stool just enough to move her legs out from under the bar and crossed them once they were free. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“You’re either in the area for a business meeting and you came here after, getting a bite to eat before you drive home or to your hotel, if you’re an out-of-towner—although I get the feeling you’re a Cali girl.” I paused. “Or you’re here on a first date.”
She glanced down her body. “This is first-date attire?”
I smiled once I earned her eyes again. “Do you really want that answer?”
“Lockhart, I’m dying for it.”
“The dress is just short enough to show some skin. Not too much, just the right amount, so both scenarios apply. The top of it hugs you in a way that reveals what you’re working with, without throwing it in a man’s face or giving it all away—again, that can go both ways. Your makeup is light and professional, and your heels are seductive—those two balance each other out. But your hair—that’s what I’m torn about.”
“Meaning?”
My head tilted, my grin growing. “Men like hair. They fantasize about it. For some, they can see the way the wind has blown yours and think that’s how it’ll be when they get done kissing you. So, you’re either going for the ravenous look or you just haven’t tamed it.”
She released her chin and ran her fingers down her dark, curled locks. “Better?”
“Except I’m not like the men I just described.”
She moved her hair to one shoulder. “You’re not?”
I held my grin and glanced toward the bartender, taking a long drink before I leaned toward her. Not close enough to be in her personal space, but a distance that would allow her to hear me better.
“No, because if I kissed you, your hair would look like I just got done fucking you. That’s the kind of power I have in my lips.”
As I leaned back, her mouth opened to respond and then quickly closed.
A gesture that made me chuckle until I realized we were no longer alone. A woman was standing behind us, a tablet in her hand.
“Sadie, your table for one is ready.”
“For one,” I repeated. “Fascinating.” I winked at her. “What are you going to choose, Sadie?”
Sadie held my gaze as she debated the question, finally replying, “I think I’m just going to eat at the bar tonight.”
“No problem,” the hostess said.
“I want to go back to the hair and kissing thing,” she said once we were alone. “You’re telling me that would happen just from your mouth?”
I nodded.
“What, do you have the lips of a god or something?”
“I’d show you … but we’re not ready for that. This is just drinks. You get nothing from me until at least after the appetizer.”
She licked her lips. “What makes you think I even want anything from you?”
“You’re thinking about it … I can tell.”
She laughed. “I’d tell you you’re full of yourself, but I think you already know that too.”
“There’re two types of confidence. Believing in yourself and believing what’s about to happen.”
“You’ve got the first one nailed.” She took a drink.
I smiled. “I’ve got both nailed.”
“Of course.” She rolled her eyes with a grin. “What was I even thinking?”
The bartender stopped in front of us. “Can I get you a refill?”
“Please,” I replied.
“And you?” he asked Sadie.
“I’m going to nurse this one for a bit longer. Thank you.”
As she was tucking some of that wild hair behind her ear, I asked, “So, you never answered me. Are you here for a business meeting? Is that what brings you in? Since I now know it wasn’t a first date—or even a date for that matter.” I tried, but my fucking smile wouldn’t leave my face.
That was what she was doing to me.
Making me dream about later tonight.
Making me into a grinning fool.
Damn it, this gorgeous woman had powers .
“Business-ish.” She shrugged. “And no date. Lately, I’ve only been meeting Mr. Wrong.”
“It’s a good thing I’m Mr. Right.”
She gave me a nip of her lip before she grinned. “Well then, I guess it is a really good thing that I met you, Mr. Lockhart Wright.”
I had to laugh for just a second as I let my eyes wander, appreciating every second I could take in this view because it sounded like my joke had gone right over her head.
“Tell me more about you. What do you do?”
“I work in social media. How about you?”
“Hospitality.”
“That’s a broad answer.”
I winked at her. “So is social media.”
“Okay, you got me there. I just hate talking about it. It’s a job that monopolizes far too much of my life. When I’m not actively working, I’m usually thinking about work. But sitting here with you, I haven’t thought about it once. It’s been a nice reprieve.”
I shook my head, moaning, “I couldn’t have said it better.” I finished my drink and pushed the empty away. “You know what I like? You were in the area for business-ish. You could have pulled up to a drive-through or gone home—wherever that is—and had something delivered. But you came to Horned, a high-end restaurant. You’d even made a reservation.”
Should I be pissed that she hadn’t made a reservation at Charred, which was three blocks from here? I wasn’t going to let that haunt me right now.
“That tells me you don’t fuck around when it comes to food. I love that.”
“My father would be highly disappointed if I went the fast-food route. That’s one. Two, I love good, quality, healthy food, and fast food doesn’t cut it. ”
I took a deep breath. “Is Dad in the food business?”
“No, nothing like that. He’s just a foodie. My parents cooked when my sister and I were growing up. We weren’t mac-and-cheese kids, we ate everything they made and learned to love it. The need to have a good meal is something I carried into adulthood. Don’t get me wrong, I might throw together a bowl of ramen at home or a turkey sandwich, but it’s going to be decorated with all the extras.”
I pounded my chest. “Stop. You’re making me fall. Hard.”
She laughed.
“You don’t mind coming to a restaurant and eating alone?” I rested my arm on the bar top and faced more of my body toward her. “I realize that’s what you’re doing tonight. I’m just curious if you do it often.”
“I don’t mind eating alone, and, yes, I do it often.” She ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “I’m a good time and excellent company. I can easily entertain myself.”
“You’ve been a good time … and excellent company.”
Her smile was coy, one I hadn’t seen from her yet. “It only gets better after a second drink.” She laughed. “Which I’m not having.”
“No?”
“I’m driving back to LA after dinner.”
“To fly home, or is that where you live?”
“It’s where I live. You’re right, I’m a Cali girl.”
My breathing was coming in and going out much harder and deeper than it should. My heart was pounding faster than it needed to.
But the thoughts running through my head? Fuck, I couldn’t stop my body from reacting.
I needed Sadie.
I needed to know what she tasted like.
I needed to know what she felt like .
And I needed to know just how she sounded and the way she looked when she moaned.
“What if you didn’t have to drive back tonight?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?”
Once I voiced these words, I couldn’t unsay them, and she wouldn’t be able to unhear them.
But that was a chance I was willing to take for one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.
“What if I offer you a different … scenario?”
“You like these scenarios, don’t you?” She adjusted the way she was sitting, changing how her legs were crossed. “Explain to me what this one is.”
“I have a hotel room about a mile from here.”
“Are you asking me to stay the night with you?”
“Yes.” I pulled the drink back, sipping the liquor off the ice. “I’d say I’ve been asking you that question, in some way, since you touched my hand when we walked into this restaurant.”
“ You touched m y hand.”
I chuckled. “If that’s the way you want to look at it, then, yes, I touched you. And I loved every second of it.”
“Lockhart”—her brows furrowed—“do you think I’m just going to leave here with a complete stranger, go to your hotel, and …”
“Have one of the best nights of your life? Yes. I most certainly think that. And that’s all I’m asking for, Sadie—one night. Nothing more.”
She pushed her lips together. “You really believe you’re that good? That you can convince someone like me, who never does that, to do it now?”
“I know I am.” I nodded toward the bartender to thank him for leaving my second old-fashioned in front of me. “Send your location to your friends or your sister. That’s if you’re worried about leaving with me. But I assure you, the only bad thing that’s going to happen is you being forced to endure orgasm after orgasm until you can’t physically come anymore.”
“I have been the good girl for too long.” Her face flushed, and it was a color I couldn’t get enough of. “You know, I’ve been offered many things in the past. A one-night stand isn’t one.”
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever spoken to. I’m shocked to hear that men aren’t throwing themselves at you.”
“I didn’t say they’re not.” There was that grin again, the one I was becoming addicted to. “I just don’t let things get that far.”
“Because?”
“I want the happily ever after, not the happy for now.” She smiled. “The men who want what you want”—she glanced down my body—“aren’t going to give me that ever after I’m looking for. They’re going to give me the now . Which I don’t need. I have plenty of toys for that.”
The thought of a toy pressed against her clit or one sliding into her pussy was making me even fucking harder.
“What if the now is the best sex of your life?”
“Do I look like a woman who’s deprived, Lockhart?”
And I was the spicy one?
Jesus, I liked her.
“Not at all,” I answered. “I just think you’d enjoy what I want to do to you.”
“Which is?”
“You’re telling me you want to hear about it? In detail? That surprises me, Sadie, especially coming from someone who isn’t looking for a one-night stand.” I paused. “But I get the feeling you’re tempted. Tell me I’m wrong …”
She licked the inside of her bottom lip. “You know, I just came here for dinner.”
“And I’m offering you far more than a meal.” I turned and pointed toward the hostess station at the front of the restaurant. “ I’m sure they still have your table available. You can go. You can eat. You can do what you came for. Or …”
“Or?”
“You can come with me”—I shook my head as I took her in—“and let me eat you.”
Her brows rose. “Now?”
“Right now.”
“Without even having a steak?”
“I’m staying at the Cole and Spade Hotel. I’ll order you room service once we’re done.”
She stared at me silently for what felt like at least a minute. “I can’t even believe I’m contemplating this … what the hell has gotten into me?”
“Listen, I can come up with a multitude of reasons, but let’s face it—there’s something about me that you find irresistible.”
“Maybe it’s your arrogance.”
I chuckled. “I can’t deny that.”
“Or your mouth.”
“Wait until it’s on your pussy and you can really say that.”
I reached for my wallet, grabbed a hundred and fifty out of the billfold, and set it on the bar. An amount that was more than enough to cover her drink and both of mine. I slid it toward the bartender who was walking by and said, “For you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wright.”
I laughed to myself at the bartender’s response since he’d overheard our conversation earlier. A laugh that quickly faded because I knew Walker was going to give me endless shit for leaving the restaurant at this stage—without taking a proper amount of photos and not even tasting the food. But I didn’t fucking care.
I stood. “Let’s go.”
“You really are serious?”
“Did you think I wasn’t?” I held out my hand to her. “I gave you two scenarios, Sadie. To go to my hotel room with me or go eat at your table in the dining room alone—or I guess you could stay right here. The choice is yours.”
“But I believe you also said I don’t get anything from you until at least after the appetizer. We haven’t had that yet.”
And she was feisty too.
“You’re going to get that in the car,” I promised.
She smiled.
“I’m not joking,” I added.
Her feet hit the floor. “Do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Make sure I don’t regret this.”
I clasped her fingers. “I’m going to make that happen in the next few minutes.”
I led her through the restaurant and out the front, bringing her toward the back side of the parking lot to my car. As I escorted her toward the passenger side, she laughed.
“You’re the type who parks in the back of the lot so your doors don’t get dinged.” Her hands went to her hips while I opened her door.
“I am when there’s no valet parking.” Which I couldn’t believe for a restaurant of this caliber. But when you dropped almost two hundred thousand on an R8, nothing pissed you off more than a fucking asshole who rubbed their car door against yours, leaving either paint or a dent. “What, you didn’t expect that from me?”
“I don’t know what to expect from you. You’ve done nothing but surprise me since I met you tonight.”
I helped her into the low, narrow seat. “Then take in this piece of information too.” I leaned into the doorway to get closer to her. “I enjoy the walk to the back of any lot. Not a single part of me is lazy. ”
“From what I can see of your body”—her gaze dropped to my legs and rose—“I can tell.”
I chuckled as I shut the door and got into the driver’s seat, starting the engine and shifting into first.
But I didn’t release the clutch. I wasn’t even looking out the windshield.
My focus was on her.
“One thing you need to know about me, Sadie, is that if I tell you I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it.”
“Okay.”
“So, that appetizer … it’s going to happen right now. Lift the bottom of your dress.”
She glanced out her window. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“Because?”
“Because I want you to show me your pussy.” I watched her chest rise. “Trust me. Everything I’m going to do will make you feel good.”
“How can I trust you? I don’t even know you.”
“You got in my car.”
She nodded. “I did.”
“The door is unlocked, and you’re still sitting here.” I waited before I repeated, “Trust me, Sadie.”
She slowly inched up the hem, revealing more of her thighs. Even though it was dark outside, a streetlamp sat over the car, allowing my stare to drag across the creaminess of her skin.
“Higher,” I ordered.
Both sides of her jacket fell open as she hiked up the remaining distance, but she left the smallest piece of fabric to hide what was underneath.
“Show it to me, Sadie.”
Her lips were parted, and I could tell she was breathing rapidly through them while her fingers tucked up the remaining length.
My gaze met red lace. “Take them off.” I held out my hand. “I want them.”
“God, you’re dirty.”
“Just wait until I touch you …”
She arched her back off the seat and wiggled the lace down her legs, bending to step out of them, and once they were in her hand, she hovered her grip over my palm. “Are you going to give them back?”
“No.”
“Don’t tell me you have a wall of panties that you’ve collected over the years.”
“Would you be surprised to hear that yours would be my first?”
“Yes.” She dropped them in my hand.
“Because they are.” I immediately tucked the lace into the pocket of my sports coat, my fingers returning to the gearshift. With all the movement, that spot between her legs was now covered. “Let me see it, Sadie.”
“You really want to see?—”
“Yes, I really want to see it.” I adjusted myself before my dick thrust straight through my goddamn pants. “I want your dress high enough that you can spread your legs. First, I’m going to look at it. And then I’m going to touch it the whole way to the hotel. But since I’ll be driving, I won’t be able to see it. I want that visual in my head while my finger is deep inside your pussy.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Lockhart.”
“And you won’t again.” I nodded toward the door. “Reposition yourself so you’re facing me. I want my view to be unobstructed.”
She turned toward me, leaning her back against the door, and she moved the dress so she could gradually lift her leg, only stopping when her knee was halfway up the front of the seat.
An angle that gave me just what I wanted.
“Fuck me, you’re so beautiful,” I moaned. My throbbing hard-on was becoming intolerable as I stared at the most perfect cunt I’d ever seen. Tight, hairless folds hid the best present beneath them, and right below was a slit I was dying to rub my nose over, one that was practically fucking sparkling by the way the light was hitting it. “Damn it, Sadie. You’re already wet.”
“Did you get enough? Or do you want to stare at her a little more?”
I huffed. “Enough? No. Not even close. But you can put your leg down.” As she shifted in the seat, my fingers went between her knees. “Just don’t close these—my hand needs access.”
She held my gaze as I lifted my foot off the clutch and pulled straight out of the spot, veering toward the exit of the parking lot.
“You know … I might have lied.”
“How?”
I pulled onto the street, and once I got into second gear, my hand returned to her leg, crawling toward the heat. “I told you that everything I’ll do is to make you feel good, but asking you to show me your pussy was for me, not you.” My thumb was the first to reach her. I swiped it over her lips, the dampness spreading to me. It made me fucking moan. “And this—what I’m about to do to you—is going to be just as much for me as it will be for you.”
Her breathing was coming out in pants. “That doesn’t sound like a problem or a lie.”
I chuckled as I went higher, wedging in my thumb until I hit that sensitive spot at the very top. “You’re dripping.”
“You haven’t even felt all of me yet. ”
“Now, that’s one sexy reply.” I kept my thumb there while I turned the wheel at the light. “Sadie, I’m going to need you to shift for me … unless you want me to stop what I’m doing?—”
“I don’t know how. I’ve never driven a standard before.”
“Put your hand on the gearshift.” I waited until she followed my instruction, and that was when my pointer finger began to dip into her pussy.
“Lockhart!”
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
I dived in deeper, going past my knuckle, only halting because I’d reached the end of my finger and I couldn’t go any further. I left it in her for a few seconds while she pulsed around me, and I began to bounce it inside her, in and out, each thrust aimed toward her G-spot.
“Oh my God!” she screamed.
The smile was pulling so hard at my fucking lips. “When I give you the signal, I need you to push up on the gearshift.”
I stole a glance at her. She was clutching my wrist with her head tilted back and her eyes closed.
“Sadie …”
“This feels too good to focus on anything other than what you’re doing to me.”
My thumb was now rubbing her clit, the combination causing every one of her breaths to come out as a moan. Even the inhales. And each one echoed through my chest as though they were entering my mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then you have to shift. Put your hand there. Get ready.” As my foot pressed down on the gas pedal, my finger moved faster as well, my thumb matching its pace.
A move that wasn’t really fair—all it did was work her up and make the multitasking nearly impossible for her—but I couldn’t help it. I wanted her yelling even louder.
Which earned me a, “Fuck!”
And knowing I was the cause of that reaction was so hot.
“All right, Sadie, shift.”
She followed my instruction.
And because of that, I rewarded her, twisting my finger, pumping my hand in a way that added even more pressure than what she was already feeling. But that was only half of it. The other part was what I was doing to her clit. I wasn’t pushing hard enough to grind against it. I just gave her the kind of friction that one of those toys she had spoken about would do.
What I got was a scream. One that came out in waves. And a hissing of, “Don’t stop,” followed.
I wouldn’t.
Not until her pussy squeezed me from the inside. Not until she got so fucking wet that I knew she was having an orgasm.
But I could tell she was close to having one—by her breathing, by her moaning, by the way she was stabbing her nails into the skin around my wrist.
Even though I had all intentions, I still wanted to play, so I said, “Do you think I should let you come?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“I don’t know …”
“Lockhart, don’t you dare stop?—”
Her voice cut off when I increased the speed once again, my finger pounding into her, my thumb circling.
It only took a block.
And the second my front tires were passing through the next light, she was shouting, “Yes,” and writhing and shuddering. “Oh, yes—ah!”
I took a peek. I had to. And, fuck, she looked even more gorgeous than I’d thought she would with her hair just as wild as I’d imagined and her lips open and a feral look owning her expression.
“Hell yes, you’re giving me everything I want,” I told her. “So wet. So tight.”
I slowed as much as I could without asking her to shift. And when I was sure she was done, I carefully pulled my fingers away and stepped on the clutch, getting the car into the right gear before I licked her wetness off my skin.
“Shit, you taste good.” I glanced at her. “I need more of that on my tongue. One taste wasn’t enough.”
She bit her lip as she slid her dress down. “Are we at the hotel?”
“We are.” I turned the wheel and pulled up to the entrance, where the valet attendants were waiting. “You finished just in time.” As I came to a stop, I sucked off the last of her from my hand. “Just so you know, that was only the beginning. Upstairs, in my room, you’re going to get a lot more. And you’re going to get it again and again.”
She smiled. “That good girl I mentioned before? I think she just got a sample of being bad.”
“Do you like this new side of you?”
Even in the darkness, I saw the heat spread across her cheeks.
“I think so.”
“Being bad was step one. Naughty is next.”