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Judging from her upbringing, she’s simple and easy. She says what she means and means what she says. Her bluntness and candor are refreshing, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask. How would I even bring up that conversation?
Hey, Quinn, do you like to be spanked?
What’s your opinion on pain during pleasure?
Are you open to anal play, or do you prefer your cunt to be played with?
Can you suck dick well, or does that turn you off?
What’s your view on forced orgasms?
Do you use toys in your alone time, or just your hand?
Fuck. My dick’s getting hard thinking about it, and I have no idea how I’m going to approach this. The only thing I know is that I want to fuck her. Badly. And I have a suspicion she wants me to.
Does she like it hard and fast?
Slow and sensual?
I don’t do slow and sensual. I don’t do emotions in the bedroom. Will she be okay with that? Why wouldn’t anyone be okay with that? Multiple orgasms… if only men could have those. Women are so lucky.
I glance at the clock and see I have an hour before our reservation at the steakhouse. I hop in the shower, intent on relieving this aching hard-on, and then get ready for our date.
***
It’s my turn to hold back a gasp as she opens the door to her room.
A tiny black dress hugs her curves, and her calf muscles are pronounced in her legs that are poured into a pair of high heels. A tiny, thin gold chain adores her neck, and she’s wearing red lipstick. Her warm brown hair falls in waves around her shoulders. My cock pays much too much attention, and I suck in a breath.
My brain cannot filter the words that float from my mouth. “Holy shit, you look like a wet dream.”
Her eyes widen and her lips twitch. “What did you just say?”
I clear my throat. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. You look beautiful, Quinn.” I take her hand and kiss it as we head toward the elevator.
“No, it wasn’t. Nobody’s ever told me that before, and to be honest, I kinda liked it. And you don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Silverstone.”
Her gaze rakes me from the bottom of my dress pants to the sky-blue button-up shirt and black tie.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I say, her cute language rubbing off on me.
We get into the elevator, and I want nothing more than to slide her dress up her thick thighs and yank her panties down so I can defile her up against the mirrored wall of the elevator.
Of course, I do none of that. I just will my growing erection to go down.
A car waits for us out front, and after a short ride, it drops us off at the steakhouse.
We’re seated immediately at a private table boasting a single lit candle. The rest of the restaurant is dark and quiet, save for clinking glasses and the low murmur of conversation.
“Have you ever eaten here before?” she asks.
“Honestly, no. I’ve just heard about it. I’ve only been to Dallas twice. Usually, I skip out on this convention, but like I said, Nate and Roman are busy and I’m obligated to represent Silver Holdings.” In a move I’m becoming more comfortable with, I reach over and grab her hand. “And I’m so glad you agreed to come with me.”
She smiles and runs her thumb over the top of my hand. “It was a no-brainer. I love to travel. I’m so excited for the convention tomorrow. I bought me a new notebook to take notes in and everything so I don’t forget a thing!”
A smile tips my lips. This woman is breathing new life into me, and I can’t help but match her enthusiasm. “I’ll spend the day watching the excitement on your face.” My gaze roams her face, her hair, her shoulders… “Wait. Where’s your sling?”
She shrugs her good shoulder. “I didn’t think it would look right with this outfit. It blocks my cleavage. We can’t have that.” She shakes her shoulders and juts out her chest.
