“One last time,” he said. “It’s not too late to back out. If you’re not comfortable. If you’re not sure.”
She took a slow sip from her water. Des added, “And we’ll stop as soon as you say so. You are in control here.”
She could never turn down an opportunity like this. It could be the answer to so many of her problems.
“I’m sure.”
To his credit, he took her at her word, and led her to the master bedroom.
His bedroom alone was about the size of her studio apartment. It was decorated in warm neutrals. The lights were off except for one lamp on a nightstand. A huge window showcased a breathtaking view of Santa Monica and itstwinkling evening sky. In her place, she’d have had to draw the curtains for what they were about to do. Here, there were no nearby neighbors to peep at them.
The California king bed was situated in the middle of the room, topped with two gigantic pillows and a plush black comforter. Would she have her first orgasm on that bed?
She glanced over at Des, who was watching her. His eyes had darkened to charcoal.
“This is the part where I…”
He nodded. “Get undressed.”
Though they were several feet apart, he felt much closer. The air between them was thick with heat, but a beat passed then he faced the wall. He’d see her naked in a moment regardless, but she appreciated the gesture. She smiled as she set her glass aside and grasped the button on her jeans.
She stripped out of her pants and underwear, then her socks after a second of debate. She folded and laid them on the floor near the foot of the bed. He was still looking at the wall, his hands tucked into his pockets. His decorum amused her enough to take the edge off her nervousness. A hint of laughter tinted her voice when she asked, “Should I take off my shirt?”
The muscles in his neck twitched, as though he’d started to turn then remembered not to. “If you like.” She was gratified to hear his voice had grown thicker. “It’s not necessary, but it would make things more…” He hesitated. “Thorough.”
She opted to keep her top on. Orgasms aside, this encounter was going to leave her vulnerable enough without adding complete nakedness to the equation. So, feeling a little ridiculous, she crawled onto his bed half-naked, positioning herself in the center of the mattress. Now she just had to figure out how to sit without exposing herself.
“You can turn around.”
When his gaze landed on her, a hot blush filled her cheeks. She’d managed to cross her legs in front of her in a way she hoped would block her important bits with her feet, her knees up in front of her chest. His eyes flickered over the sleeve of her tee, noting its presence, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he crouched, reaching under the bed and returning with a small duffle.
Ah, yes. The supplies.
She watched with interest as he unzipped the bag. Slowly and deliberately, he removed a selection of toys, laying them on the comforter near the edge of the bed. She recognized the clitoral vibe she’d sold him. The rest was stock from the store, but purchased when she wasn’t on shift. There was a portable Hitachi wand and a medium-sized dildo, which was black. At the end of the line were a graduating butt plug and a bottle of lube.
Together, the assortment comprised less than a fraction of what she sold on a daily basis, but it felt overwhelming. “What, that’s all?” She aimed for teasing but it came out strangled.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. Between her legs, she clenched. “A comprehensive education is important,” he teased. “I want to cover the bases, but I don’t want you to be sore afterward.” He paused. “Well, not too sore.”
God, she wanted him to leave her sore. Desperately.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said.
Not likely.
Oblivious to her lack of movement, he unbuttoned his shirt. At that, she unclasped her hands from around her knees, pressing them into the mattress on either side of her. “You’re getting naked?”
His gaze met hers. “Just the shirt. This could be sweaty work.”
She let her legs slide down in front of her and stopped with her knees slightly bent. He shrugged off his shirt, setting it aside.
He was beautiful. She’d known he would be. But his chest was hard and smooth, and he had abs that he must work to maintain. His shoulders were wide, strong. When he took up the familiar clitoral vibe and knelt on the mattress, edging toward her, blood rushed between her legs and she worried her lower lip. Just the sight of him nudging between her legs, vibe tucked against his middle finger, was hotter than it had any right to be.
Moistening her lower lip with her tongue, she spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows. He nestled between her knees as though he belonged there. Beneath tight denim, his thighs flexed, and the zipper strained. Her body burned, a combination of vulnerability and urgent need. In her throat, her pulse raced, light and fast, and her breath hitched.
He must have taken her shaky breathing as anxiety, because he stilled. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I know.”
