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It’s only another moment before Colton wipes me clean—they must keep towels on hand for this. I don’t try to get up until he tugs on the leash, and his little smirk when we are face to face again tells me that was the right move. He likes to be in control.
And it seems I like being controlled.
I guess you learn something new every day.
“How did you like that?” he asks, though, of course, he must know.
“What do you think?” I lower my gaze, looking down at his crotch before meeting his eyes again. “You felt it. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“I always had a feeling there was a bad girl underneath the surface.” That gets me blushing, which of course, makes him laugh. “Come on. You can finish cleaning up, then we’ll go upstairs. They’ll be seating us for dinner soon.”
“Good, I’m starving.”
He smells faintly of sweat and cologne when he pulls me in close, lowering his head so our lips brush. “Just know I’m not finished with you. Nowhere near it.”
Sore or not, I don’t want him to be. Because I’m not finished with him, either.
6
COLTON
I’m walkingon air by the time we enter the dining room on the third floor, surrounded on all sides by windows giving us a view of the riverfront and the fireworks that are soon to come.
Several tables are already in use, guests enjoying drinks and conversation after playing downstairs. I recognize a couple of them as witnesses to what went on between Harper and me.
I still can’t wrap my head around it. She’s like a dream come true—willing, even eager, and clearly just as hot as I was over performing for an audience. It’s like she was made for me. All this time, I never imagined finding someone in tune with my needs.
And of all people, it would happen to be the bookworm I had a crush on in high school.
At my request, we’re seated in the corner, the table with the best view of the river. “This is incredible,” she whispers, her head on a swivel as she takes in the luxurious surroundings. No one would ever guess from outside that there’s a fine restaurant up here, with soft lighting and music, candles on the tables, expensive china, gold cutlery. Christmas trees still sit in the corners, twinkling festively.
“They grill the best porterhouse in town if you can believe that.” She’s still looking around in amazement as I peruse the wine list, choosing a cabernet sauvignon before handing the list back to our server.
“I would never guess this was here.”
“They keep it that way. They’re discreet, as they expect their clientele to be.”
“So, is this what rich people do when they go out to have fun?”
The innocence in her question makes me laugh gently. “Yes, to be honest. And the membership fees reflect that.”
“I feel like I’m dreaming.” The nasty little minx I fucked downstairs has faded to the background, while the innocent, shy little nerd has come forward again. But I get it. When all you want in the whole world is to come, you tend to forget your inhibitions. Afterward, it’s a different story.
But unlike virtually every partner I’ve ever had, I don’t want to shake Harper off like a piece of gum on my shoe. Instead of getting tired of her the moment my dick softens, I want more. Not just her body, either. I want her laughter. I want her open, honest wonder. Like the look that came over her when we emerged from the hotel to find a limousine waiting. I want to give her more reasons to look that way.
Once the wine is poured, I raise my glass to her. “Is this how you imagined ringing out the old year?”
Her cheeks flush as she touches her glass to mine. “You know the answer to that.”
“I have to say, I didn’t imagine you would be as quick to fall in line.”
“I guess there’s a lot about me you don’t know.”
“Tell the truth. There’s a lot about you that you don’t know, either.”
She smiles faintly, nodding. “No, but I’m starting to learn.”
My cock is stirring again. It seems like he can’t get enough of her, either. Maybe it’s because I’ve had her, but she’s even more gorgeous than ever—eyes sparkling, the full lips drawing my attention and making me remember how good they feel wrapped around me, better than I ever imagined. I took off her collar so she could enjoy her meal, but it’s in my pocket, ready to be used again. The faint line circling her throat is a reminder of how easy it was to bend her to my will.
