The last thing I expected to find in my dossier was sexy stockings, a plane voucher to London and an invitation to dance at a gentleman’s club. I’m a quiet museum curator for God’s sake. No way, no how am I going to slide down a pole for a bunch of over privileged, narcissistic men—until I see Sean Fraser, my childhood crush, enter the establishment. Since I’m no longer that overweight teen with braces and mousey hair, there is no way he’ll recognize me. Hmmm… Maybe I’ll give him a fake name—and a private dance. That ought to make him finally notice me, right?
What the hell is Kennedy Lane doing sliding down a pole in a private Gentlemen’s club? I’m not sure, and while I know she’s hands off, I want her. I’ve always wanted her. She might have been too young for me back in the day. Now, not so much. Hands off leads to hands on after a private dance, and while Kennedy spends the weekend pretending to be someone she isn’t, I know full well who she is. And I’m not quite ready to let her hang up her stockings when the show is over.
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Oh. My. God.
I’ve heard the term fucked silly before, but until last night, I had no idea what it meant. Now, I do, because instead of putting sugar in my coffee, I grabbed the salt packet and added it. But I don’t care that Sean fucked me senseless and I’m messing up the most menial task. Zero brain cells this morning is a small price for the three orgasms he gave me last night. Talk about epic sex. If only I could wipe the stupid smile off my face.
Honestly, I can’t freaking believe he tied my hands—spanked me, even. I never expected that. But holy hell, it was hot.
I’d sneaked out in the middle of the night after he fell asleep. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll jump on a plane today and get the hell out of London while the getting’s good. Any more time with him and it’s quite possible I could want more. But heck, we agreed to a one-night affair, and he doesn’t know who I am, anyway.
I gesture to the waiter for a fresh cup of coffee and peruse the brochures I’d grabbed from the front lobby. But in my peripheral vision, I spot Sean and the man he was with the day I arrived entering the hotel’s dining room. Heat moves through me as his gaze slides over mine, and when his mouth quirks in a smile and he runs his hand down his tie, I quiver deep between my legs.
Oh, God, who do you think you’re kidding, Kennedy? You do want more.
Yeah, I should flee, leave with the great memories I have before I do something stupid, like fall for him. But I promised him I’d go to the cocktail party tonight, and while I have no plans to take his money, this is Sean and I want to help him out—even though he was a bossy jerk when we were young.
He’s still bossy, but damned if it doesn’t work on him now. My mind rushes back to all the orgasms I had last night, the greedy way he took command of me, and there is nothing I can do to stop my body from quivering.
Whichever girlfriend set this adventure up for me, I’m going to owe her big time. Next month is Reese’s birthday, and I drew her name that fateful night two years ago. I’m going to have to think long and hard to give her an epic adventure. Although I’m sure nothing could ever stack up to mine.
As I mull that over, the waiter brings my coffee and Sean walks by my table. His warm scent overrides the fresh java and reaches my nostrils. I breathe him in and look up to find his gaze still locked on mine. Only this time he’s not smirking. No, he’s glaring at me like he’s going to give me another spanking. A good, hard one this time.
What the hell?
“Excuse me,” he says to the guy he’s with, who continues to make his way through the dining room as Sean stops at my table.
“Kitten,” he says through clenched teeth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
His nostrils flare, anger lighting his eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, as my insides flutter with excitement at the dark, warning tone in his voice.
“You’re not to get out of my bed unless I say so. My territory, my rules, remember? You sneaking out wasn’t part of the deal. I’m pissed off, Kitten, and you’re going to pay for that.”
“I didn’t realize.”
“Now you do, which means we need to rectify this.”
“How will we do that?”
“Tonight. You. Back in my bed. You don’t leave until I tell you to. If I must tie you down tight to force you to stay, I will.”
Oh, my God, yes!
“It was just supposed to be a one-time thing,” I say, pretending to be calm and collected even though I’m anything but. My entire body is on fire, the hot spot between my legs urging me to head back to his bed right freaking now.
“And now it’s a two-time thing.”
“You’re kind of bossy. What makes you think you can just change the terms now?”
“You want to negotiate, Kitten? We’ll negotiate. What will it take for me to get you back into my bed, short of putting you over my shoulder and carrying you there like a fucking caveman?”
I gasp. “You wouldn’t.”
I steal a quick glance around the room and open my mouth, but I have no idea what to say. Of course I want what he’s offering, but damn, another night with Sean will be emotional suicide at best. The truth is I’ve been in love with the jerk since I was a kid, and seeing him again brought all those old feelings to the surface. It’s no wonder I can’t seem to have relationships with other men, can’t find the sexual satisfaction I’m looking for. I think I’ve been holding out for Sean all these years.
Great. Just flipping great.
“Tell me what you want?” he says.
“I have everything I want.”
“Fine, then. This isn’t about you. It’s about me, and what you owe me.”
I lift my cup to my mouth and hold it there. “What could I possible owe you?”
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