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“Sounds like you need another tutoring session.”
Her eyes narrowed in challenge. “Still think you have things to teach me?” Her sultry rasp made him crazy.
“That depends. I’m not the nice boy you used to tease, Riley Bettina. You mess with me now and you’ll be punished.”
She shivered. “Damn. Is using my middle name even fair?”
“I used to know you better than anyone.”
She edged closer, tipping her head back to look up at him. “Who knows? Maybe you still do.” Her lips parted and he had the reckless urge to kiss her.
He slid a hand into her hair. The memory of how it felt in his hands had never left him, but now he could do it the way he’d always been tempted to. His fist closed in her hair, close to her scalp. Rather than the horror he’d always envisioned in her gaze when he thought of doing this, her expression softened with lust.
Not pretending. Not a dream. The warmth of her tawny hair caressed his palm.
He was here, but he was there too.
He was an experienced dominant, but with her, part of him was still the sixteen year old boy who worshipped a girl.
He tugged her to a vacant o-ring in an alcove, wanting as much privacy as the club could provide without dragging her upstairs to a private room. Maybe even to his own suite, where he never brought anyone.
“You shy?”
“No.”
With a forwardness he wouldn’t have used with any other new play partner, he jerked her clothes off piece by piece, until she was naked except for her pale pink lace panties, and he was shaking with lust.
Seventeen year old Riley couldn’t hold a candle to twenty five year old Riley.
Generous tits and ass and a trim waist, she had a hotter body than any of the girls in Jimmy’s shop calendars.
“Fucking hell.”
She glanced up at him shyly from under her lashes, her lips twisted in a rueful smile.
“You didn’t turn out so bad, yourself, Mister Sexton.”
He gestured to a server who tossed him a cloth bag.
“You’re okay with me touching you?”
He wanted to fucking bite her. Everywhere. God, he wanted to tear this girl apart and put her back together.
“Knock yourself out. I might be a bit harder to impress than I used to be.”
She needed to stop challenging him before he lost his last bits of control.
“Sexton,” a deep voice growled from behind him. Loke. “A word.”
Nate glowered, turning to face one of the club’s owners. Tall, muscular, with long dark hair, Loke and his buddies were some of the only men Nate knew who were a match for his size. He wasn’t sure he was a match for Loke’s crazy, though.
A corner of Loke’s mouth tilted upward as his creepy pale gaze took in Nate’s expression.
“Perhaps you’d be more comfortable above stairs.”
Unlike a lot of the other regulars, Nate had never gotten sent upstairs for crossing the line on the “no sex in the club” rule. Hell, other than stripping Riley, he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Nate raised a brow and Loke’s head dipped conspiratorially. “From the look on your face, if I don’t get you out of here now, I’ll only be back here in fifteen minutes interrupting you when you’re less interested in being interrupted.”
