“Because of me?” It’s a stupid question. He’s a man; he’s hard because he’s in a sex club. “I mean, of course not.”
Griffin stops and looks at me with that same warm smile he’s worn all night. “Of course it's because of you. You’re the most beautiful woman here, and you’re delightful. Neither of us was expecting to meet anyone like you tonight.”
He closes the curtains completely. We are now cocooned in pink velvet, totally cut off from the rest of the bar. It feels private. Dangerous. Perfect.
“Thank you. That’s really nice of you to say. You’re really handsome, too.” Fuck, could I be more awkward?
“I’m being honest, not nice.” He slides back into his spot on the bed. “Do you want some water?” He opens the bedside drawer and tosses me a bottle. “Kissing can be pretty dehydrating.”
“Gotta stay hydrated.” I laugh, unscrewing the cap. “What else do they have in that drawer?”
He glances at it. “The usual: lube, condoms, toys in shrink wrap. Whatever you use gets put on the tab.”
“Do you actually have sex here?” The idea of it sends a thrill down my spine.
“You can. The sheets are changed after a guest leaves, just like in a hotel. It’ll get a little crazy up here pretty soon. That's why I closed the curtains.” He gives me a wink. “I think the rooftop beds are for quickies. The private rooms downstairs are better stocked and more comfortable, but both are open all night.” He takes a drink of his water, his throat bobbing.
I watch him, transfixed. “If I stayed with you... what would happen?”
“What do you mean?” He looks genuinely curious.
“I mean, are you good with just kissing? Or should we stop so you can find someone to...?”
Ilikekissing him, but all I can think about is being naked and having that erection buried deep inside of me. He’s so sexy and quietly dominant; it makes me tingle all over. I’m a quivering mess.
“I’m good with whatever you are.” He settles in closer, his thigh brushing mine. “I’ll be what you want me to be. My treat. If you’d like an orgasm, I will give you one. If you want to see what ass play is all about, I'll be happy to show you. If we just kiss, I’m here for kisses.” He strokes a finger along my cheek. “For tonight, I’m yours.”
“What about sex?” I mean to ask if he’ll find another woman later, but it comes out wrong.
“I’m here for that too, but if you’re asking if I’m going to find another partner tonight, the answer is no. I’m no longer interested. If I make love to you, great. If I don’t, I’ll go home to my own bed. Being with you is all I’m interested in doing this evening. I don’t need or want more.”
“Why are you being so nice?” My question has him cocking his head.
“I don’t really know. I’m not usually a very kind person. I think it’s because you’re an innocent woman who’s been through hell in the last few days. You need to meet someone decent. Tonight is a fantasy. After we leave here, we’ll live our lives, but for tonight... I can be good to you.” He touches my arm, and shivers race up my skin.
“It’s funny. I thought Landon was a good guy. But talking to you... I realize he wasn’t.”
I’m suddenly feeling heavy. I’ve never really been loved, have I?
“What was sex with your ex like? You said he was well-endowed, but did you two have a good sexual relationship? I don’t ask to be perverse. I’ve made women see stars, but I admit I’d never marry one, so in a way, I’m no better than the last man you were with. But I do know how a generous lover behaves.”
“That’s something,” I murmur. “After the kissing and the fingering, Landon would just... hop on board.” I give a little fist bump gesture, because it always felt like Landon was proud of himself just for showing up. “As soon as he came, we’d be done. He usually pulled out and sprayed it everywhere, then flopped over and went to sleep. Sometimes I’d get a ‘You good, babe?’ I always said yes, because otherwise he would huff and groan trying to get me off when all he wanted to do was sleep.”
I feel like I’m confessing to a priest. A very sexy, very rich priest.
“Did he ever give you an orgasm?” Griffin looks absolutely horrified.
“He didn’t, but I know how...” I giggle nervously. Shit, I’ve been doing that all night.
“So you’d take care of yourself.” His voice is suddenly soft, tinged with sadness.
“Yeah,” I say, realizing for the first time how pathetic that sounds.
“I guess if I wanted anything to happen tonight, I would want you to experience an orgasm with a partner who knows how to give you one. I think you deserve that.” He takes another sip of water. “But no pressure. Taking care of your own business is veryinthese days.” His expression turns flirty again.
“If I let you give me an orgasm, do I have to sign up on the app or...?”
He leans in and kisses me, silencing my spiraling thoughts. “I want to say yes, just to tease you. Like you have to order it off the menu. But you don’t,” he says gently. “All you have to do is lie back. I’ll take care of the rest.”
