Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

His piercing eyes clouded with distrust at my reaction, and for a half-second it looked like he was thinking about how he could get the blindfold back on. So I yanked it from his hand and tossed it aside. I wanted to clear that up right away.

“I said holy shit because you’re really fucking hot. What the hell are you doing here?” Stop talking, Payton. “You could go into any bar and women would drop their panties for you.”

A huge smile spread on his face. “You think so?”

I scrunched brows. “I don’t get why you did this.”

The warmth in his eyes faded a touch. “I don’t have a lot of time. I only came home for Thanksgiving.” He straightened, smoothing a hand down the buttons of his gray dress shirt. “I’d rather not waste it shouting over a speaker at some crowded bar, hoping to get . . . to find a connection.” His eyes drifted from mine. “This way you have to talk to me.”

“Talk,” I said. “You don’t want to have sex?”

His eyes snapped back to mine, and color warmed over his cheeks. “I didn’t say that.”

Oh, hell. He was cute, when he was embarrassed. He wanted a sure thing, too.

“Can I be honest?” His blue eyes blinked slowly, hypnotizing.

I nodded. “Sure.”

“Meeting women in Tokyo is fucking impossible when you’re a Gaijin. I’ve been there almost a year.” His gaze fell away and he tangled his hand with mine once again. “It’s been a long time and I’m way off my game.”

Oh my god, really? “You haven’t had sex in a year?”

He pressed his lips together for a moment. “Not with someone else.”

My eyes raked down his body, noting the delicious build hidden beneath the dress shirt and black suit pants. He probably spent as much time in the gym as I did. A year without someone riding that? What a waste.

“You look like a man who knows how to fuck.”

The subdued color flashed on his face again. “I’d like to think so, yeah.”

“Show me.” It came out before I could stop it, and my hand let go of the lapels of the jacket so it fell open. Cool air rolled over my bare skin, giving me goosebumps.

He frowned and cinched the jacket closed, bringing his face so much closer to mine. “Can we slow down?”

The vibrant blue eyes were wide and gorgeous. Flecks of dark gray scattered among his irises matched his shirt perfectly. My job was to give him what he wanted. My desires were irrelevant, I reminded myself. Since he was already there, it took him no time to close the breath of space between us and attempt to kiss me again.

I leaned away. “Remember my rule.”

“You didn’t seem to mind last time.” His voice was an even mixture of accusation and desperation.

“I’m sure it was an accident, and I believe in second chances.” I folded my jacket-clad arms over my chest and crossed my legs that dangled over the side of the table. The bottom of the fabric just covered the naughty bits, but gave him a magnificent view of my inner thigh. The muscles along his jaw tightened.

Hidden high in the corner of the room, there was a closed circuit camera, and up in Joseph’s office, Nina and Joseph would be monitoring the feed for security. She had to be wondering what the hell was going on. I glanced at his hunched shoulders and how he had his head cast down.

“Dom, can I be honest, too? I’m terrible at talking. It makes me kind of uncomfortable.” The idea took shape and then I blurted it out. “I’ll be better at it if I’m distracted.”

I put my hand on his thigh, halfway between his knee and his hip. Not too high to be aggressive, but not too low to be considered merely friendly. It was another club no-no. The client initiated, not the girl. Part of me no longer cared about the rules.

It was because part of me wanted him. This strange spark between us was intoxicating and disarming. If I’d run into him at a bar on one of my recruiting crawls, I would have snatched him up in a hot second.

His warm hand crushed mine as he leaned in again, his mouth hovering dangerously close to mine. “How do you suggest I distract you?”

It was a bullshit question and he knew it. Lips descended on me, but this time into the side of my neck, and I gasped. I jolted under his kiss and tilted my chin up and away, giving him better access. The cushion shifted under me as he stood. One hand cupped my jaw while the other ventured inside the jacket, working its way around to my back. He yanked me tight against his hard body, my legs falling to part around him and his wide hips. My cheek rested against the tough s

kin of his palm while he sucked on my neck, licking and teasing me with teeth.

I goddamn shuddered under his power. Me. I struggled to find air through my slack mouth. Jesus, what he was doing felt good.