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“But…” She stares up at me with hope and innocence in her eyes. “It means I can be what you need. I just need…to learn.”
My eyes close on a sigh. “No, Jade.”
“Why not?” she pleads.
“Because I’ve closed the door on that life. I don’t want to go back. Yes, it was fun, but what you and I have is better.”
She looks down, her chest still moving with her heavy breaths. And I get the sense that she’s hiding something from me. Or not saying everything she truly wants to say.
“It’s what you want, isn’t it?” I ask.
Without looking at me, she shrugs. “Maybe I do. I don’t know.”
This is the moment when I really want to kiss her lips, quiet this conversation, and carry her to my bed. This is a tempting road I’m not ready to walk down.
Because what if she really wants me to take her to Salacious? What if she tries to be what Eden was, and it all turns to shit?
“What if,” she mumbles softly, “we had someone to teach me? What if…we didn’t have to do it alone?”
I know immediately that she’s talking about Eden.
And from that moment, I know…there’s no going back.
Rule #18: Never trust a good girl.
Eden
I don’t kiss clients.
Random people in the voyeur hall or a date that wins me at the auction, sure.
But not clients. Not like this.
My control is slipping, and that’s not good.
But it feels so good.
Hefeels so good.
His body in my arms. The passion of his kiss.
What is wrong with me?
Before I know it, we’re on the bed, and his mouth is leaving marks all over my neck and chest. He wants to claim me, and I’m letting him. In some strange way, I want him to.
My hands reach for the buttons of his shirt, and I tear open each one, hungry for a touch of his skin. I need to feel him. Soon, his shirt is off, and then he’s slipping my dress over my shoulders.
“God, I need you,” he mutters before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Yes,” I say with a gasp. “I need you too.”
Fuck, what am I doing?
I do need him. I’m just realizing how badly I’ve wanted this and for how long. He’s always been different, hasn’t he? Something about him has set him apart from the rest. And this hunger is real.
I don’t have to understand it to see what’s right in front of me.
I want Clay in a way I’ve never wanted any other client. I’m crossing a professional line and breaking rules, but I don’t care.
