But all I see is honest desire and a reflection of my own need.
“No strings?” I ask, my hand already moving back to her waist.
“Not a single one,” she promises. “Think of it this way. You’re giving me a birthday present.”
I laugh, pulling her closer. “Seems like I’m the one getting the gift.”
“Then let’s call it mutual,” she whispers against my lips.
The last of my hesitation dissolves. For tonight, I don’t have to be Slayer, with all the baggage that comes along. I can just be a man with a beautiful woman who wants exactly what I want. No complications, no future, just now.
I stand, pulling her up with me. “Bedroom’s this way.”
Her hand slides into mine, and as I lead her down the hallway, I think about how refreshing this is. This simplicity, this honesty.
Tomorrow will bring what it brings. Tonight, I’m just Sam, and she’s just Bix, and nothing else matters.
No journalists, no Sterling, no expectations. Just skin against skin and the promise of pleasure without price.
CHAPTER 10
SLAYER
Bix’s sweet rose fragrance intoxicates me as I lead her to my bedroom. The full moon peeking through the floor-to-ceiling windows casts the room in a silvery glow.
“Wait,” she says, stopping me before we reach the bed. “I want to feel you.”
With trembling fingers, she traces my chest beneath my T-shirt, her touch electric against my skin.
I let Bix explore, enjoying the passion in her eyes as she traces over my tattoos.
The light, tentative sensation of her touch excites me. My erection feels like it’s going to burst out of my pants. But I’m determined to be a gentleman and make sure she has a good time.
I guide her to the edge of the bed with firm hands on her hips. “Sit.”
I’m accustomed to being obeyed, and she’s no disappointment.
Kneeling between her thighs, I glance with amusement at her Converse sneakers before removing them. So different from the designer high heels that usually click across my floors.
Then I lift up her short dress and find myself surprised at her panties. They’re not the pricey La Perla lingerie I’m accustomed to.
They’re fire-engine red and made from cotton. But nonetheless, my cock twitches at the sight of them on her small but curvaceous ass.
Something about their simplicity, their authenticity, just like her, drives me wild. And when I pull the panties aside, my breath catches.
She’s glistening with desire, begging to be tasted. I lean forward and trace my tongue along her moist folds, savoring her moans as they echo through the room.
Bix reaches down to touch herself, but I catch her wrist in a firm grip.
“No,” I tell her. “You’re under my control now.”
“But I can’t wait.” She gasps. “I want you now.”
“You’ll have to wait.” I tighten my grip slightly. “You are ordered to wait.”
I venture farther with my tongue, rewarded by her exquisite gasps as I explore her wet sex. She opens to me, surrendering completely.
“Oh yes, Sam. Yes, Sam. This is incredible. I’ve never?—”
