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“You make it seem as if I should be afraid of you,” I say. It’s getting really hard to breathe in here. The AC is blasting, but it has to be at least 95 degrees. The sexual tension is so thick and suffocating my chest can’t expand fully against it.
“I would never do anything to hurt you. Unless I have your consent.” He grins wickedly, his dimples flashing again.
The way my body reacts to this man makes me question my own sanity. Logic should tell me that I should be afraid. Logic should tell me that he’s probably into freaky shit from which I’d probably want to steer clear. Logic should tell me that I’d best go home and become reacquainted with my sex toys and my baby oil. Logic, apparently, has abandoned me.
I need him as badly as he says he needs me, and everything he says only deepens the yearning. My curiosity blends with my excitement and completely blocks my rationale.
“Please choose a safeword. Verbal will suffice for now as I don’t have any plans to gag you,” he says, still watching me too closely. A lump lodges in my throat preventing any words I might’ve had to say from coming out. I just nod, the unfamiliar sensation of my teeth on my bottom lip.
Realizing I’m arching into him again, I suck in a breath and straighten my back. My mind is fog as I try to reel my urges back in and bring some sort of semblance of common sense back into my brain. He looks utterly delectable sitting next to me, and all I can see and feel in my mind is my tongue and hands tracing the planes and ridges of his entire upper body before moving lower. My face burns.
“So what would you like your safeword to be?” he asks, his blue gaze intense.
“I don’t really know,” I mutter. I’ve never had to use a safeword. I’ve never done anything with anyone to use a safeword for.
“Think of something that you like. Something that makes you feel calm and comfortable,” he says softly. My eyes drift to the run down building in front of us as I run through my favorite things in my mind.
“Bubbles,” I blurt. Bubbles? Bubbles?! There’s nothing sexy about bubbles! His deep laugh booms and bounces off the confining walls of the car.
“You like bubbles?”
“I mean, I should’ve–well maybe not bubbles, maybe–”
“No,” he shakes his head, his eyes dancing with amusement. His body seems to sag as he lets out a breath. “Bubbles is good. Bubbles is perfect.”
I can light a wick with the heat from my face right now.
“Ah, here he is,” Stefan mutters as a dingy white pick up truck pulls up next to us. The groan and scrape of the engine is loud and annoying, and I wonder just how old the thing is. Stefan is out of the car before the driver of the truck quiets the engine. Stefan’s smile is gentle and welcoming. I’ve never seen that look on his face.
“Eddie, great to see you again.” His voice carries to my side as I climb out of the car and walk around to stand next to him. His hand finds my waist and settles easily. God, he feels good, and he’s not even doing anything.
A very old man stumbles out of the white truck. His thinning hair glistens like snow in the sunlight, and exposes a white scalp peppered in sun spots. He’s hunched slightly as he meets Stefan and shakes his hand. He doesn’t smile, and his milky blue eyes are sharp with intelligence and alertness.
“Stefan, happy you could meet me,” he says in a voice that wheezes and grates before his piercing eyes settle on me.
“This is the lovely Lily Fields. She’s a journalist, and we’re drafting a report on the work my partner and I are doing in Birmingham,” Stefan says. “Lily, this is Eddie Sawe. He’s an investing tycoon in this market.”
Eddie wheezes out a laugh, his cheeks turning just the slightest shade of pink. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I’ve only bought a couple of properties here and there.”
“About 500 over your career right?” Stefan asks, leading us away from the lot and towards the building.
“Single family, yes. Many more if we count the doors of my multifamilies.”
“Wow,” I say and then slip a smile on my face. “It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Sawe.”
He shakes his head. “Eddie, please.”
“Eddie,” I echo.
Eddie switches the conversation to business immediately, and I feel myself tune it all out. I can really only focus on the sound of Stefan’s voice, his body language, and the rate at which he speaks. I notice that he’s matching Eddie’s body language and tone of voice perfectly. Eddie speaks slowly and thoroughly, pausing a lot to gather his thoughts. Stefan always responds in the same slow tone using his hands to talk just the way Eddie does.
As they go into the condition of the property and how it became so run down, I wander off to follow the line of trees that run along the back of the apartments. Stefan’s deep voice carries all the way to me, forcing my stomach into flips and jumps. The attempt I make to focus on the suffocating heat and mosquitoes that seem to linger around the trees is pointless. The mosquitos are definitely annoying, but my mind keeps wandering back to Stefan’s words earlier.
If you will have me, I want to pleasure you in ways you can’t imagine. I want you to scream, I want you to shake, I want you to beg.
Pleasure me in what ways? My growing excitement as I turn ideas over and over in my head sends my heart racing and my blood pumping fire through my entire body. Finally tiring of torturing myself with mosquitos, I head back to the front where Stefan and Eddie still are.
“... property management company has just run it to the ground. I’m sure they’ve been stealing money from me, and I know I should probably fight for the place. But I’m old. I want to retire, and I can’t give it the energy it needs to get it back in shape.”
Stefan is nodding along as Eddie vents and complains digging deeper into all of the issues he’s had with the place, and that he’s about to lose it to foreclosure.
Stefan interjects with little words here and there like “wow”, “mmhmm”, “unbelievable”, and “that’s understandable” appearing to be fully engaged in the conversation. I’m not too horny to notice the strategic way he handles Eddie. When Eddie starts going on about how he hates to let it go or he wants to do this and that to the place, Stefan interjects with things that remind Eddie that he wants to sell the place, pulling on the old man’s pain. This is the first time I have ever seen the businessman that Stefan is fully in action. I can feel my attraction deepening with each passing second.
About fifteen minutes later, Stefan has Eddie signing a contract that he’d pulled from the leather bag I failed to notice before. Soon after, we’re parting ways with Stefan promising that someone named Angie will be in touch with Eddie soon to go over what to expect next in the process. Back in the remarkably sweet AC, Stefan sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wide grin on his face.
“That went better than I thought it would.” He says seemingly to himself. “This is good. This is really good.”
His elation shines in his eyes and slightly softens the sharp lines of his face, somehow making him more handsome than ever.
“Hungry?” he asks, turning to me grin and all. I can’t help but smile back and nod. “Let’s grab some food.”
