“My chakras,” I repeat, leaning back to look her over. Fuck. Now that she’s inside, I can see those black, see-through tights end just below the hem of her T-shirt. If she bent forward, those sweet curves of her buns would be right there for the taking—and oh, I plan to take.
Hard.
“Yes, your chakras.” Her expression is very solemn. Even a little worried. For . “You can’t see what I see, Big Daddy.” Nimble fingers dance over my shoulders, digging into pressure points and massaging. “All this locked-up tension.”
Her fingers find a knot and I groan, “That’s what you’re here for, Lia.”
Is she blushing? This girl who seduced in my office? “Yes, I am.” She chews on her luscious lip a mont. “But I was thinking...when was the last ti you went out?”
“Out where? To eat? I had a business dinner earlier this week.”
“Let rephrase. When was the last ti you went out when it wasn’t work-related?”
I flip back through my ntal calendar containing engagents from the last year and I can’t think of a single ti I did anything if money wasn’t on the line. “I don’t know.”
Her blue eyes flicker with sympathy, then determination. “Co on.” She picks up her purse, hanging it on her shoulder. “Let’s go.”
“Lia.” Shaking my head, I catch the front of her T-shirt and haul her up against . “No more of your cock teasing. I need to fuck you. Badly.”
“I know,” she breathes—and there’s that vulnerability again. It makes her look startlingly young. Innocent. A little girl in front of her Big Daddy. “I...I...”
Following instinct, I fold her into my arms, shocked at the level of comfort I get out of holding her, offering her security. “What is it, baby?”
“I’m a little nervous about tonight. M-my first ti,” she whispers into my throat. “Maybe if we go out for a while, I’ll quit wondering if I’ll be good enough. Or if I’ll be what you’re hoping for—”
I interrupt her with a sound of utter disbelief, leaning back to see if she’s joking. And...she’s not. She’s actually serious. “Are you forgetting you made co in my pants at the office?”
“No.” A hint of a proud smile dances across her lips. “I’ll never forget. But talking...a big ga is what I’m best at. You know? Flaunting and flirting. I’ve never had to deliver.” She runs her hands up my chest and releases an uneven breath, her eyes going a little hazy. “I really, really want to deliver, I’m just...”
“You need foreplay.”
Inhaling the scent from my shirt collar, she nods. “I think so, yes.” Her body presses to mine and I indulge the insistent need to envelop her in a hug, rocking her side to side in her big girl tights and high heels, ignoring the agonizing pain between my legs. I give this girl what she needs. I’m her...Big Daddy. It’s getting easier and easier to think in those terms. The dynamic between us is slightly twisted and a whole lot intoxicating. Do I want to carry her into the bedroom and bang her rotten on that extra-large bed? Yes. Fuck yes. I want to look into her big blue eyes and watch them widen when I pop her cherry.
But I’m also driven to provide what she needs. And if she needs ti to calm her nerves, there is no way I’m going to deny her, no matter what my body wants.
“You’re not old enough to go to a bar,” I say dryly, combing my fingers through her long, icy-blonde hair. “Where do you propose we go?”
She leans back and gives a dazzling smile that sends my heart flying up into my throat. “I know the perfect place.”
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Lia.
Oh my God, he is so hot.
Does he know I get wetter every ti he adjusts his belt buckle?
Standing outside Wonderbluss, I call myself nine kinds of crazy for wanting to leave the hotel room. He could be on top of right now, pressing down with his full, delicious weight, taking his male relief with my body. I could be giving myself to him. Completely. My body would finally belong to Tristan, joining the heart he claid a long ti ago.
But I ant what I said. I’m nervous.
I spent all day trying on outfits and binging espresso. Lotioning. Pacing.
Tristan is a powerful man. I’m a virgin with a fast mouth.
What if I’ve oversold myself and then I underdeliver?
What if, in the end, he only wants sex from and breaks my heart?
What if—
“What is this place?” Tristan asks, opening the door for .
“Oh, um...” Grateful for the cool, dark interior of the establishnt, I rein in my wayward thoughts. “It’s a series of rooms with art installations for adults. It’s ant to stimulate the senses.” We stop in front of a black, floor-to-ceiling velvet curtain and Tristan pays the indifferent man at the front desk. A mont later, we enter the broad, pitch-black hallway and I thread my fingers through Tristan’s, giggling over the skepticism I can feel radiating from his big body.
“Pick a door. Trust .”
We stop in the middle of the empty hallway and he scans the series of doors, each of them painted in a different neon color. “Is this your way of balancing my chakras?”
I give him an impish grin. “It’s a start.”
Clearly still dubious, he tips his chin at the orange door. “That one, I guess.”
“Don’t sound so nervous,” I laugh, towing him in that direction. “It’s perfectly safe. They discontinued the interactive piranha exhibit.”
He does a double take. “What?”
“Only kidding.” I smirk at him as I pry open the door and pull him inside—and we co to a halt underneath the thousands of black lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. They pulse in a slow rhythm, the low sounds of a heartbeat pumping from an unseen source. “What do you think? I’ve been here a couple of tis, but they change the installations monthly.”
When he doesn’t answer, I glance upward to find him looking down at . “You’re all lit up,” he murmurs thickly, tugging on my hand and positioning in front of him, one of those thick forearms wrapping around the front of my hips, his steady breath on the crown of my head. And I am, indeed, all lit up, the blacklights making the material of my T-shirt glow. “I was thinking about what you said before. About talking a big ga, but not having to deliver.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah?”
“Is that how it’s always been?”
My head drops back against his chest and we sway beneath the lightbulbs. “Yes, actually,” I say slowly, considering the question. “The night before my first day of kindergarten, I was so nervous. I couldn’t sleep, my stomach was tied up in knots. Back then, my grandmother was living with us. She used to be a movie star—did you know that?”
“I didn’t,” he says warmly. “You must have her genes.”
“I like to think so,” I murmur, tilting my head to one side so he can kiss my temple, my cheek. “She told the secret to success is faking it until you make it. Walk in like you own the place, kiddo, and everyone will believe it. That’s what she told and I’ve never forgotten.” I turn in Tristan’s arms, locking my wrists behind his neck. “That thod has always worked for . Until tonight. You make feel...exposed. And I can’t hide that.”
“I don’t want you to.” His big hand slides down my back, his thumb digging into the base of my spine, dragging upward until I moan, pressing against him on my tiptoes. “You’re supposed to expose yourself to . I’m supposed to make you feel safe enough to do that. I don’t know how I’m so aware of...these roles we need to play for each other, but they feel...”
“Natural,” I supply, breathless.
“Yes,” he says hoarsely, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth. Clearly wanting to devour , but holding himself back. Waiting for to be ready. “You pick the next room.”
Barely stopping myself from wrapping my legs around his hips and demanding to be taken back to the hotel, I kiss Tristanr’s stubbled chin softly and guide him out of the room, pulling him down the hallway to a door painted white. Tristan opens the door for and I gasp at the beauty before . Cherry trees bloom everywhere. Of course, they’re not real, but they look entirely genuine. Giant fans are mounted to the ceiling, blowing the branches, giving the effect of standing on a hillside in Japan in the springti. Pink and white petals blow off the trees and circle the air, landing in my hair, on Tristan’s shoulders.
“I bet you’re not thinking about work right now,” I whisper out of deference to the peaceful atmosphere, finding my spot in Tristan’s arms so I can witness his appreciation for the exhibit up close.
“You’re right,” he says, a groove forming between his brows as he observes the blowing trees, then looks down at , his gaze running a lap around my face. “Work is the furthest thing from my mind right now.”
A triumphant smile spreads across my face and he curses.
“Jesus Christ, you are so damn beautiful,” he grunts, shaking his head and laughing without humor. “I’m glad no one else is here. They’d wonder what the hell you’re doing with .”
My smile fades as rapidly as it appeared, the walls of my throat constricting. “What? No they wouldn’t. Why would you say that?”
“Co on, Lia.” He slides his hand up beneath my long T-shirt, gripping my backside roughly. “The only way a man like gets to tap this is if he’s paying for it.”
“A man like you? What does that an?”
With an impatient sound, Tristan leads out of the room. I jog along behind him feeling numb, anxious for an explanation. In the hallway, we stop outside of a red door. But instead of entering, he turns to look down at , clearly trying to find the right words. Impatient with himself. “You don’t need to hear my shit.”
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