After the first blessed swallow of life-reforming java, I asked, “What do you have there?”
He lifted the bag. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I got several things.”
I took it and exited the bedroom in favor of the sofa. There, I set my coffee on the table, opened the bag, and snagged the first delicious thing I could find—which, as it turned out, I judged as heaven on earth after only one bite.
“Are you going to share?”
I glanced over to find Striker still there. Somehow, I thought I might have conjured him as a fantasy because last night wasn’t real. But there he was, like a living Adonis. I tossed the bag, and he caught it one-handed. The boy had skills.
“Good catch,” I said.
“I’m good with my hands.”
“Of course you are.” I stood and glanced at my watch. “I’m going for a shower. I expect you’ll be gone by the time I get out.”
“I can join you,” he said. I didn’t have to see his face to imagine the smirk.
“I think you’ve done enough damage for one night. See yourself out.” With my spine straight, I walked into the bedroom.ElevenConnorI had two options. Leave. That was the simple choice. The other was to go and get my fill because damn it all to hell, I wanted more.
As I walked toward the bathroom, I pulled my shirt over my head. One more time. Then I would tell her who I was. By the time I made it to the shower, I had no more clothes to shed.
“I’m not done with you,” I said as I stepped in. When her eyes went wide, I put a hand next to her head and leaned in. “You can always tell me to leave again.”
She surprised me by curling a hand in my hair and drawing me down. Her lips were soft and probed mine until I gave in to the pull. I kissed her back hard, and she bit my lip.
“I owe you one,” she said and slowly bent until she was on her knees.
She had no idea what she was doing. Seeing her looking like a God-sent submissive, I could have come the moment she wrapped those lovely lips around the head of my cock. Instead, I braced my arm on the tiled wall as she showed me she wasn’t just a princess but the queen of giving head. When I came, it was hard and long. I would have reciprocated if not for the sound of my phone ringing.
“Go ahead,” she said, getting to her feet.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my hips before heading out to see who was calling. The name on the display was Eliza. The phone had stopped ringing before I could answer. I dialed her again because she never called me to chat.
Before I finished saying hello, she said, “You need to come now.”
For some stupid reason, I heard the blonde’s voice in my head saying, I already came but I’m up for coming again. And I found myself smiling.
“What’s up?” I asked because I wasn’t ready to leave. I prayed the panic I’d heard in Eliza’s voice was overblown.
“I can’t explain over the phone. You need to get to club now.”
I didn’t like that I was worried. Eliza wasn’t overly dramatic, and her insistence only heightened my concern.
“I’ll be there in twenty,” I said, planning out my next move.
When I turned back, the blonde was beautifully naked and unabashed. Still wet from the shower, she wore only a coy smile. “Somewhere to be?”
As lovely as she could be, I remembered one important fact. “I don’t yet know your name.”
Though I had somewhere to be, I planned to honor the truth I owed her.
“I think it’s best we keep things casual. So… you’re Striker, and I’m whatever you want to call me.”
“Princess,” I said, grinning.
“Exactly. It’s not like this is going anywhere. Let’s keep it simple.”
“Yeah, about that…”
She moved like a lithe cat, suddenly in front of me with her finger to my lips. “Somehow I thought you would be okay with this arrangement. Don’t be a pussy now.”
I lifted my brows because the woman had balls. She was calling me a pussy when all I wanted to do was lick hers. In fact, she had me by the balls. Her response intrigued me more by the minute. If she didn’t want the truth, who was I to force it on her?
There was only one thing left to talk about. “I’m sure you’re a woman of your word?”
She folded her arms as though I’d insulted her. “I don’t renege, if that’s what you’re suggesting. I’ll call and give you your twenty-four hours.”
With that, I gave her a two-finger salute and took my leave. As I rode the elevator down, I put everything into perspective. I liked control and so did she. By definition, I shouldn’t want her or have enjoyed sex with her. Whatever need had driven me to this point should have died away. Yet, there I was, anticipating her call.