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“I had a place lined up already before I came here. The penthouse suite at the Beacon Residences was available, and I put a down payment on it right away. I sent in a few interior designers who made the place perfect to my liking before I even stepped off my private jet,” he replied.
Why was his arrogance so compelling?
I knew the apartment building he was talking about. It was known for its stunning views of the Boston skyline and for overlooking the Charles River. It was one of the most highly sought after residences in the city center. The waitlist was miles long.
Maybe he had even more power than I’d thought.
I knew that money could only get you so far, especially here on the east coast. You needed connections, and not only the legal kind, to surpass those limitations. Sometimes you needed to call in a favor and get your hands dirty to get the job done. I’d done it more than enough times to recognize the circumstances when they were as blatant as this.
Was Shane that kind of man?
Assessing him out of the side of my eye, I let a mouthful of my drink slide down my throat. I decided to react to that information with a certain nonchalance, letting it roll off me like it was the most normal thing in the world, like he’d just told me what he had for breakfast and what he was planning to have for lunch.
“I designed my place myself. There is a certain freedom in putting together your own home in exactly the way you want it,” I offered. I was proud of that, and I wasn’t going to hide it.
“I can imagine. I’m a man that puts function over appearance I suppose, so I hired someone to do it for me because it probably would have taken much longer if I did it myself. I don’t have that kind of time,” he replied coolly.
“That is definitely something important to consider.” I pursed my lips before downing the rest of my drink. I tipped my hand at Angus, who saw me and instantly poured me another.
I could feel Shane’s eyes on me, so I decided to push him. I wrapped my fingers around the glass and swirled it with devious intent before I leveled him with a challenging glare.
“Do I have a limit tonight?” I asked, raising my brow with a confident air of coy seduction.
“Just one, I think, if you want your fucking tonight,” he said, his voice rolling with a seductive purr. I let it wash over me like a cool rain on the hottest summer day, taking a deep breath and deciding once and for all that I was going to go for it.
I could protect myself, but a part of me knew that maybe I didn’t need to with him, that this was the kind of man that would take care of me, yet still challenge me in several ways.
Maybe the two of us could be great together, but I would never know if I didn’t take that chance.
I decided to take it.
With a hard swallow, I placed the still full drink back down on the counter. After a long moment, Shane reached for it, brushing his hand against mine in the process, and the electricity between us was instant. My intake of breath was embarrassingly audible, and my blush was so hot I knew there would be no concealing it even if I tried. The contact between us only lasted for a second, but it was enough to set my body on fire all over again.
I watched with bated breath as he reached for my glass. My heart started to pound as he wrapped his fingers around it and brought it to his lips. He took a deep swallow, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as my core squeezed tight in anticipation.
“Good girl.”
My blood surged with a sizzling heat at those two surprisingly delicious syllables. No man had ever dared utter those words to me before. Immediately, my mouth went dry and my clit throbbed with instantaneous needy desire. I knew that my nipples were rock hard, but I was thankful for the thick fabric of my blazer that kept that a secret, at least for now.
The two of us sat in tense silence for a moment, but unlike before, there was no anger on my part. I had made the decision to take this leap with whatever came with it, even if that meant surrendering at least a tiny bit to his confident dominance.
He sipped my whiskey, and I went back to my glass of water. The silence only caused the sexual pull between us to tighten that much further, and I caught myself thinking of where his fingers might explore later tonight. I glanced down at his lap, wondering what his cock might look like and how good it might feel thrusting between my thighs.
The more I thought about what might happen, the more worked up I got.
“Is there something you’d like to ask me, Ada?”
His voice struck me as though it had a conduit that speared right down to the depths of my being. I drew in a trembling breath, choosing not to respond right away and needing to ramp up the courage to say anything at all. When I was finally ready to break the lengthy silence, I cleared my throat and began to speak.
“Yes…”
“What do you need, Ada?” he asked, his voice gentle, noncombative, and most importantly, not pushy in the slightest. It was like he was coaxing it out of me in a way that made me feel like I had taken control of the reins, and I liked that.
The thing was that I kind of wanted him to take the reins, and I needed to tell him that somehow.
“For you to fuck me…”
The moment I said the words, time seemed to slow. The seconds ticked by with infuriating sluggishness and my heart was beating so frantically that I could feel the blood surging inside my skull. I chewed my lower lip as he turned his head to face me, keeping his cool, steady confidence just like I’d known he would.
