“Will you think I’m a slut... or?” God, I’m going to be sick.
“First of all, I came here looking for a slut. I like sluts. They are my favorite kind of people. But you, Selena, are a sweet woman who accidentally walked into a sex bar. You traveled across the country to run away from a selfish, cheating fiancé. You, my love, on a scale from virgin to crack whore, are one degree past Mother Mary. You’re good. You’ll walk out of here with just as much virtue as you came in with. But maybe, justmaybe, you’ll know what it’s like to have someone else give you pleasure.”
Fuck...
“Okay.”
Did I just agree to this?
“Good. Shall we go back to kissing?” His mouth comes close to mine. He smells like mint and desire.
“Are you going to have sex with me?” I’m trembling, terrified and thrilled in equal measure.
“I’m going to do whatever you want me to do. Sex isn’t going to happen without your consent.”
I realize I have never actually given true, enthusiastic consent before. When Landon and I started dating, it was just assumed that I would put out because we were a couple. It was an obligation.
Right now, with Griffin, it feels like a choice.
“Okay.” I lean back into the pillows.
He leans in, and I let him kiss me, because honestly, I love the way he kisses.
His body is tight and muscular. I allow myself to indulge, running my hands over his biceps, then his shoulders, and oh my, his rock-hard back. He kisses my cheeks, my nose—which makes me laugh—and then trails down to my neck and my clavicle.
“May I?” His voice is deep and rich. His face is hovering between my breasts, his eyes warm and gentle.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He unbuttons my blouse with deft fingers and pops a breast out of the confinement of my bra. It feels good to have the cool air on my skin, but his warm mouth is infinitely better. He gently sucks and nibbles, grazing his teeth over my nipple, making it harden instantly. Wetness dampens my panties. All I can do is moan as he releases one breast to pay equal attention to the other.
“You’re good at this,” I pant.
He chuckles against my skin. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
His hot breath fans over my sensitive nipple, and I squeeze my legs together to stop the ache building between my thighs.
“Slut,” I sigh playfully as he opens my blouse fully, exposing my bare belly to the night air.
He lifts off me. For a moment I worry I offended him, but then he smiles—a wicked, knowing smirk. He takes off his suit jacket, nice and slow. Then he unbuttons his shirt to reveal a six-pack lightly dusted with silver hair.
He’s a fucking god.
“You’re damn right I’m a slut,” he winks. “I’ve worked hard to earn that title.”
“Then prove it,” I challenge him breathlessly.
Without further conversation, he returns to my breasts, kneading them as he sucks hard on my nipple, sending rockets of pleasure straight to my toes.
“All in?” His thumb dances over my areola.
“Oh God...” I’m terrified.
“We can do this in courses if you’d rather.” Still such a gentleman.
“All in. Just... yes.”
“Lovely. Delightful.” He kisses his way down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my skirt. He lifts it up and bunches it at my hips. He kisses the lace of my panties, and I silently praise myself for wearing the good stuff. I have an entire collection of sexy lingerie I bought for my honeymoon. Ironically, I’m wearing it for a one-night stand with a hot older man at a sex club.
