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She might run the team from the shadows, but she’d been put through all the same training as the rest of them. She and Lou might look like the lightweights, but that’s what made them excellent secret weapons.
“Friends,” he whispered as he leaned over and his mouth moved in on hers. “I think we should definitely be friends. And Tash, call me Sir. I do have training, and I assure you I can control myself. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Exquisite control that leads to exquisite pleasure. Give over to me tonight and that’s what you’ll have, you magnificent brat. I’ll make sure of it.”
And then he kissed her, no mere brushing of lips. A hungry kiss that devoured her mouth, his tongue pushing inside, demanding and offering. Dominance and pleasure in exchange for submission and trust.
She could do that.
Her whole body went soft, her mind letting go of any notion of leaving him tonight. Tasha let her arms drift up around his neck as he pulled her close and kissed her over and over again, the soft sounds of the busy Sydney streets a soundtrack in the distance.
He pulled back, though his hands tightened around her waist. “Will you come up and play with me, Tasha?”
He was holding her like he was afraid to let her go. Yeah, that did something for her ego, too. “I will, Sir.”
When he turned to go this time, her hand was in his and she followed.
* * * *
Dare managed to not fuck her in the lift, but the thought had crossed his mind.
This was a woman who knew what she wanted and didn’t feel a second’s regret about it. This was the kind of woman he could have found if he hadn’t been stupid enough to listen to his father, who’d blackmailed him in the cruelest of ways into giving up what he’d wanted.
He wasn’t thinking about that tonight. He wasn’t going to allow the past to fuck over what looked like a very nice present.
“Do you have a sock?” Tasha asked as they stopped in front of his room and he tried not to fumble for the damn key card.
She was so fucking gorgeous, with her dark eyes and hair that still looked mussed from how long and hard he’d kissed her.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever kissed a woman the way he had Tasha… “I don’t know your last name.”
“Smith,” she replied.
Such a common last name. Probably why they’d named her Natasha and her sister Louisa. She’d asked him a question. “Why would I need a sock?”
His brain whirled, trying to figure out a sock kink.
“To let Brian know not to come in,” she said, those full lips of hers curling up into the sexiest smile. “Unless that was your plan. Is ménage a kink of yours?”
He needed to make a few things plain to her here and now. She was a pixie brat who loved to tease him, and he could take that for the most part. He buried a hand in her hair because he’d noticed she enjoyed having it pulled. Her nipples had poked through that thin shirt of hers the minute he’d tugged on her hair. “No, it is not a kink of mine, Tasha. I don’t share my partners. I certainly would never share my sub. That would be a hard limit for me.”
Her eyes sparkled like she’d expected that response. “I think I can handle that, Sir.”
Of course she could. This young woman seemed to be able to handle anything. She’d told him she worked for her father at his security firm, though she’d made it sound like she was more in an admin role. Whatever she did, Tasha came off as calm and ready for anything that might come her way. It was incredibly sexy to him. “Yes, I think you can, too. I’m not bunking with Brian. He’s down the hall, and I already texted him to let him know I won’t be up early.”
He got the door open and she walked in, a hint of a smile on her face. “Presumptuous of you. This might all be over quickly and you could be asleep by ten.”
She was asking for it, pushing all the right buttons, and he could feel something sweet and warm pierce his veins. It was hunger, but not overwhelming. The beast inside him suddenly knew it was going to finally be fed and was content to enjoy a slow, leisurely meal.
He was fucking comfortable with her, and he knew it was far too soon, but he was going with it tonight.
The universe had sent him so much shit, so much tragedy and heartache. Maybe he was due some small amount of joy.
He followed her inside and carefully placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the door before locking it. It was kind of the high-class version of a sock.
