Page 48 of Demon’s Temptation

“I’m not really sure. A friend invited me, and I thought I’d check it out.”

Both hands slid across her belly, so she was effectively cocooned in his arms. She never wanted him to let her go.

“When I get here after the exhibition, I want you in one of the playrooms, and I want to find you like I did last night. When I open the door, the first thing I want to see is you naked and hard and ready for me. Understand?”

His swallow was audible. “The playrooms, they’re a hard limit for me.”

She turned in his arms. That was where he took the subs he selected those nights he played Dom, something she still didn’t understand but wanted to more than anything. Why were they off limits to her? His arms flexed around her, then he released her and stepped back.

Her instant reaction was to push for a reason why, but people had limits for a lot of reasons, and just because they were fucking didn’t mean he owed her one.

“Okay, if that’s the way you feel.”

He dropped his gaze from hers. “Yeah, it is.” His voice had changed, now rough, deeper.

The look on his face said he was worried he’d disappointed her. Seeing him hurting hurt her. “Come here,” she said softly.

His nostrils flared and then his big body moved toward her, smooth and sexy. He stopped right in front of her.

“You were perfect last night, in every way,” she said and cupped his whiskered jaw. He leaned into her hand, seeking more of her touch. She gave it to him freely, smoothing her other hands over his shoulder, his chest. “I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

“But this wasn’t…” He frowned. “With a paddle?” he said, looking adorably confused.

“The first time I had sex.”

He stilled. “What?”

She smiled.

“I was…your first?” he said, voice pure gravel.

“Yep.” He seemed at a loss for words. “Are you okay?”

“But why…”

“Why you?” she finished for him. “You trusted me with your body, Brent. And I trust you with mine. Now kiss me.”

He growled in that delicious way of his and leaned in, their lips meeting in a hot kiss that had her toes curling all over again.

When she finally ended it, she said, “We don’t need the playroom. I’m a creative girl. I want to find you in this room when I get back tonight, ready and waiting for me. I have all day to plan our evening.” A shiver moved through his big frame.

“I look forward to it,” he said.

“Oh, you definitely should.”

She stared after him when he left. Why wouldn’t he let her take him to the playroom? What was he hiding?

Dare she hope it was because she meant something to him? That she meant more to him than the casual hookups he took to those rooms? Her stomach flipped at the thought.

After dressing quickly, she headed down to the bar. The place was empty. It wouldn’t open for hours yet.

He wanted her, what she could give him, what they could give each other—that much was undeniable. Now, if only he’d drop his barriers.

If only he’d let her in.

* * *

Hours later, Chaya climbed out of a cab. She rarely came to this side of the city, tending to stay close to home. To the club.