Page 64 of The One-Night Heist

His tongue and where it’s about to end up.

The man in charge led me through the private theater like a dog on a leash, but abruptly halted once again when we reached the bedroom.

“There’s only one bed,” he said flatly, dropping my tie.

Nononono…

“That’s why I wanted to embark so early in the day—so there would be no pressure to sleep!” I blurted out, knowing I sounded exactly as desperate as I was. “And the hotel we’ll be staying at in Rome has adjoining suites with separate bedrooms.”

Even though I want you in my bed.

Permanently.

Rowen closed his eyes and blew out a criminally slow breath before opening them again. Then he grinned wide, displaying the gap between his front teeth I was already dangerously obsessed with.

“Baby, I am gonna eat your ass so good you’ll forget your net worth,” he purred.

Yes, please.

He grabbed my tie again and pulled me into the en suite before shoving me against the sink.

“Wait… Why are we in the lavatory?” I gasped as he began unbuckling my belt. “Wouldn’t the bed be a better⁠—”

“One, I’ve never had the chance to join the Mile High Club before,” Rowen interrupted, intently focused on his work. “And those wings are traditionally earned in the lavatory.” Pausing, he ripped down my pants and briefs before spinning me around to face the mirror. “Two, this way you get to keep your eyes on your own reflection. I want you to watch yourself fall apart.”

Fuck.

I feared I was destined to fall apart immediately, especially as he pressed himself against me from behind with his hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks and only his clothing separating us.

“Look how pretty you are,” he murmured in my ear, gripping under my chin and forcing me to confront my reflection. “So desperate for a tongue in your ass.”

“Yes,” I confirmed, because his observation was completely accurate. “Your tongue.”

The clarifier seemed important, and Rowen clearly agreed as a smug expression appeared on his face. “That’s right. Mine.”

Yours.

“Only yours,” I barely whispered, daring to hope he understood what I was telling him.

Please don’t run.

He cocked his head and silently observed me in the mirror for a moment, making me sweat by giving nothing away. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Never,” I replied as he released my chin, carefully gauging his reaction. “I never felt… comfortable asking for anything like this with the club.”

Anything where I wasn’t the one in control.

Another flash of fear passed over Rowen’s face, which he immediately tried to hide beneath a wide grin. “You know… for someone lucky enough to be born a Luxford, you sure seem to struggle with asking for what you want.”

My jaw ticked, even as my erection showed no signs of flagging from his biting tone. “I didn’t ask for any of this. I…” I trailed off, wishing I could tell him more, but knowing I shouldn’t.

Not unless I want the entire plan to implode.

“Okay, well…” Rowen’s smirk only grew. “Now it’s time to ask.”

It took my overwhelmed brain a moment to realize what he meant, and my cheeks heated, even as a burst of pre-cum dribbled down my shaft.

I can do this.