Page 16 of Savage Ambition

“It’s fine. You will find there’s very little I object to.”

The comment made me frown. “Very little that you want to object to or very little that you’re allowed to object to?”

“Which do you think?” His fingers moved to the button of my pants, working it open.

I caught his wrist to stop him. “The latter.”

An irritated sigh escaped him. “If I told you I don’t object to what’s about to happen, would that change anything?”

“How could you not?”

He used his height advantage to kiss me hard, his mouth demanding my submission. “I don’t have any complaints about you.”

I didn’t resist as he stripped me of my sweater. “Why? Because I’m paying you?” I toed off my shoes and socks next.

“That has nothing to do with it.” He yanked my briefs down with my pants, leaving me naked. “The financial transaction plays no part in what’s about to happen.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

“Would it make a difference if I fucked you for free?”

I pointedly refused to look. “No, because you would only do it to prove your point, which is no better.”

His laugh lacked its normal bite. “You’re impossible.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m right.”

Dante pulled me toward the bed, laying down before maneuvering us until I knelt between his long legs. The position caught me off guard. I should have expected him to take control, regardless of who was penetrating who.

I stared down at the sight of Dante Gennaro sprawled beneath me. The robe had fallen open, revealing the sharp planes of his chest and his swimming briefs stretched tightly over his arousal with a small wet spot developing. His eyes challenged me, daring me to take what I wanted.

“You’re thinking about it too long for a naked man.” Dante slid off his briefs, freeing his erection. “If this bothered you as much as you claim, you wouldn’t have come back.”

“I’m here for answers.”

His tone turned seductive. “About why you can’t stop thinking about me?”

Denying him took more willpower than I wanted to acknowledge. “I want to know why you work here.”

“For your pleasure.” He trailed his fingers down my stomach to wrap around my cock, coaxing it to full hardness.

My body betrayed my moral objections with an immediate response. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Regardless, it’s all I’m interested in right now. If that’s the only reason that you came here tonight, you’re wasting your money and my time.”

Shame burned me. I looked away, unable to maintain eye contact while the truth of my desires lay exposed between us.

“So you did come here for more than answers.” Dante sounded triumphant.

I huffed, irritation masking my vulnerability. “Try not to let it go to your head.”

Rather than gloating, he stroked my cock in earnest. “Then enough words.”

I abandoned the argument, thrusting into his grip. I leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to the side of his neck.

When he tilted his head to give me better access, I grew bolder. I slid the robe from his shoulder, exposing more pale skin marked with faint scars I hadn’t noticed before. Each one raised questions I knew better than to ask. Instead, I worshipped his body with my mouth, learning the geography of him with my lips and tongue.

He arched up with a soft sound of need. Taking the hint he wanted more, I untied the silk belt, then pushed open the folds of the robe fully to reveal all of him. Having Dante hard, wanting, and vulnerable beneath me nearly made me come untouched. The silk spread beneath him, framing his body like an obscene offering.