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Not then and not since.
When Blair Monroe comes, she reminds you we’re animals. She sears into your psyche and finds that base instinct in you to take and fuck and take and fuck again and don’t stop until you’re spent. Until there’s nothing left of you because that’s why we’re on earth.
To fuck.
I couldn’t hide what she did to me. Watching Blair come, without a touch I groaned, letting my hard cock come in my shorts right in front of her, too.
And my mind has refused to erase her since.
Fate is a sweet, sexy bitch.
“You’re here,” she answers, not backing down from my hungry glower, “because you’re still searching. Right, Beau?” I let half my lips smile.If she only knew.“You’re buying some kink, and then you’re going to swipe right tonight? You’ll catfish some hot women who won’t know you’re you, an NFL quarterback, and then you’ll have who… ?” She questions. “You must be staying at a hotel… ” She pauses, and damn, she’s so smart, it’s scary. “Yes, you’re staying at The Mercier, the finest hotel,” she continues, “and you’ll get the concierge to have the women sign NDAs before they’re allowed up to your room? A penthouse suite, I bet.”
Her glossy red lipstick mesmerizes me. That, her insight, and the way I want that lipstick smeared at the base of my cock.
“Right, Beau?” she asks. “You were going to find arando schoolgirl and a maid to be your Valentine’s dates for the night? And it’s alwaysjustone night, isn’t it?”
“Their phones.” I school her. “They have to leave their phones with the concierge, too.”
I’m not embarrassed because I’m not a dumbass. I learned these tricks years ago. NFL players throw around more NDAs than balls.
But something in her eyes. Something about the way her breasts heave in that leather bra. Blair can’t hide it, either. We may hate each other, but we’re too damn alike.
“You know what I do,” I tell her, “because you do it too. You go for rando fucks, and then what?” I search her eyes; her lashes are so damn long and thick, like spiderwebs trapping me again. “You fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, too, because Blair Monroe doesn’t have a heart. She just has a pussy that can’t be satisfied.”
Pass complete.
I’m right, and it lands in her eyes.
“My pussy,” she jeers, “isverysatisfied.”
“No, it’s not. That’s why you work in a sex shop.”
I nail her truth, and it hurts her again. The admission bends her gorgeous face. She’s hiding some pain, but her eyes fight back. I know I’m right, and I forgot how she does this to me, how the world falls away when I stare into Blair’s eyes.
“Fine then. You got me, Beau. Yes, we go way back, and that’s why you’re here, too. I know your secret, remember? I know why your cock isn’t satisfied either.”
My sweater isn’t that thick. She’s so close I can feel my heartbeat pounding, sensing her heat, making me sweat.
“Well then, be a professional.” I break our stare. I have to so I can breathe. I consider the dildos and vibrators and various temptations on the shelves before I glareback at her. “Tell me, what’s here that will satisfy me tonight?”
It’s her.
She knows it, and so does my dick.
She licks her lips before slowly stepping back. “Depends on your kink,” she says. “Is it just French maids? Or do you actually have an imagination? Can you handle somerealkink?”
I grin because there’s something about Blair that makes me trust her more than any woman I know. I got a glimpse of her for one night, so I told her who I really am, and I still believe it —that’s Blair —that sweet girl who let me hold her in my arms, that’s her.
Not this vixen before me. But hell, I crave this vixen, too.
Who amI?
Well, that’s something I won’t reveal. Not even in a sex shop with the most seductive woman I’ve ever met and strangely trust, but still….
We can shamelessly play.
I lick my lips. “Show me what you think I’ll like.”
