“Shit, I can’t remember the last time I was up that early.” I’d always been a night owl, so I didn’t have a problem getting used to the club schedule.
“So, unless you’re interested in doing that, I’m going to need you to take me home.”
“I will. Eventually.” I pulled the strap down and let my tongue trace the faint impression left by the elastic.
Her hands wove through my hair. “Can I ask you something?”
“Mm-hmm.” I was too busy to use words. My mouth drifted lower, tracing the seams of her flimsy bra.
“What happened at the restaurant?”
I flinched. I’d told her that she wasn’t supposed to lie during our arrangement, but what about me? I was such a selfish, fucking hypocrite.
“You looked nervous,” she continued, “when you found out who my dad is.”
I folded and took the cowardly route. “One of the biggest customers at my private wine club is Henry Katzenberg. He wants to invest in my businesses.”
I didn’t know how the bad blood between the Rossos and the Katzenbergs started. A failed merger, or maybe it was employee poaching, but their feud was no secret in Chicago. Rumor was Katzenberg had walked out on a deal simply because he caught the opposing VP reading a Rosso-owned newspaper beforehand.
And telling her this wasn’t technically a lie. Katzenberg was a sometimes client at the blindfold club. It was a huge reason why I only allowed one client in the hallway at any time. If either of the men saw each other it would be beyond disaster.
“Oh,” she said, stiffening.
“So perhaps we could keep our arrangement between us.”
She nodded. “That kind of goes without saying. I don’t think my dad would be thrilled with the concept.?
?
No shit. “Is that why you said yes to me?” I teased, although there was a little truth buried underneath. “You like fucking a man your daddy wouldn’t approve of?”
I’d expected shock, but instead a seductive smile widened on her lips.
“Yes, I do like fucking you. Was that not clear . . . Sir?”
I dug my fingers into her flesh and yanked her into my kiss. I wanted her on her knees and my cock buried down her throat. Didn’t matter that I wasn’t hard yet. Chances were she’d rectify that situation instantly.
But she had class, and I had my own shit to take care of, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much, too soon. Get control of yourself.
Eventually I forced myself from the bed and stepped into my pants. I begrudgingly dressed and watched her do the same. I fought my dominant side, who was adamant that she stay naked and under my power.
“There,” she said, when I’d pulled the Porsche up the block from where I’d picked her up from. “That’s my building.”
The upscale apartments had a beautifully lit awning and large glass doors where I could see the security desk just beyond. If she had told me this was her place that first night, I would have known in a second that something wasn’t right. Middle-class couldn’t afford to live here, and certainly not grad students.
Unless their father was the corporate king of Chicago.
chapter
THIRTEEN
NOEMI
It was two in the morning, and I had to be up in a few hours. I lay in my bed, unable to sleep. My body was still wired from his touch, and my mind raced with thoughts. Sex with Joseph had once again been amazing, and I was sure this was only the beginning.
So instead of sleeping, I sat up, yanked my iPad off the nightstand, and unsnapped the cover. I knew next to nothing about being in a Dom/sub relationship, only what I’d read in a few steamy books. Google could help.
There was a new message in my Gmail account from Joseph.