“Sex doesn’t need to happen,” Trent broke in, leaning back in his chair. “But you can’t act like a prude, either.”
“I am not a prude.”
Daniel snorted at that. Shewasa prude. It was impossible not to be one when she wouldn’t let her guard down, ever. How exactly was someone supposed to get into sex, to really enjoy it, if they were constantly on guard?
She moved off Kyle’s thigh and twisted to glare at Daniel. The look was so much less intimidating when she was bound like that. “I’m not. You act like I’m some naive, virginal teenager.”
“Never said that, but having sex doesn’t mean you’ve got much experience.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“Oh yeah?” Daniel fed off her attitude, desperate to see her ruffled. “Because I remember our little getting-to-know-one-another game. You answered those red cards, but you sure as hell didn’t have much in the way of wild stories to tell. You ever have sex outside of a bed?”
“Of course I have.” The red on her cheeks was all frustration at that moment, but damn, it was pretty. “Quickies in bar bathrooms are a thing, you know?”
And why didn’t that surprise him? Because her level of prudishness wasn’t about not having sex, it wasabout not actually giving herself in to it. “Not a shocker,” Kyle said, picking up the conversation. “Hell, I bet it’s been all backrooms and motel rooms with you. You ever have a guy back to your place?”
Silence.
Kyle kept going. “You ever let one hold you down?”
“Maybe I like holdingthemdown.”
That got a bark of laughter from Daniel. He loved that she kept him on his toes. “Well, you did leave some marks on poor Trent. Man won’t be able to go to a pool for at least a couple weeks without people asking what wild animal got a hold of him.”
She shifted, and heknewit was because she’d grown wet from their conversation. “Just because I’m not into kinky sex doesn’t make me a prude.”
“Not into and never tried are two different things. You know, sweet, your problem is that you want shit you’re afraid to ask for. You’d rather pretend you don’t want it, that you aren’t interested, instead of risking anything. I bet you if we tied you up, for real, you’d enjoy it.”
“This feels pretty real to me.” She tugged at the cuffs to make her point, the metal jingling as she did.
Daniel slid his fingers over the edge of her shirt, then traced her spine up to her collar. “This isn’t real. Real would have you naked, and we’d be allowed to touch.”
“Youaretouching.”
“Not really, not the places we’d both like a lot better.”
The conversation had gone so far off the rails, but Daniel didn’t care to yank it back on track. The job, the case, all stopped being an issue.
Suddenly they were three interested, dominant alphas with a beautiful, drenched omega on her knees.
“Like where?” She asked the question in a whisper, the sort that said she probably hadn’t even meant to ask.
“Everywhere, pet.” Trent answered. “You’re already carrying some of my scent, but you’d have theirs by the end of the night.”
“So why haven’t you done that? Why keep trying to act like this is all professional?”
Daniel wrapped his fingers in her hair again, drawing his hand into a fist and forcing her to look up and back at him. Her pupils grew, telling him she damn well liked that sting in her scalp.
“Because thisisprofessional. What we’re doing, it’s what the case needs. The rest? Those things aren’t needed, so we don’t act on them.”
“And if I wanted to?”
Daniel smiled and traced his finger over her lip. “You’d have to askverynicely.”
When she darted her tongue out and the warm wetness of it touched his thumb, he groaned.
Please, let her ask…
