Three Hard Lessons (Blindfold Club 2)

I didn’t need to see his face, which I couldn’t in the darkened bedroom anyway, to know he was lying. “What is it?”

“Come to work with me tomorrow. You can ride the train during rush hour and get the full experience.”

“Is it bring your girlfriend to work day?” I asked, skeptical.

His heart beat faster. “My what?”

Jesus, what was with me tonight? Who was I turning into? “Shut up, you obviously heard me. All I meant was, is that all right?”

His hand skimmed over my forearm, past my elbow, traveling up to my shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll give you a quick tour and we’ll stay out of the way. I probably don’t need to be in the office until later anyway.”

The warm hand settled on my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheek. I was curious to see where he worked. “Okay, sure.”

For the first night since we’d arrived here, there was no sex. Instead he gave me a kiss that was slow and hypnotic. He kissed me like a man with all the time in the world, though we had only two days left. I didn’t just allow this kiss, I liked it. I craved more. I craved being in his strong embrace. His effect over me . . . I was fucking powerless to stop it.

“No,” Dominic said in the shower. “We don’t have time for that.”

Of course I took it as a challenge.

Harsh hands yanked me upright as I tried to kneel. “I’m serious. My cock’s off limits right now.”

“I don’t know,” I gazed down, “sure doesn’t look like he’s closed for business.”

The vibrant blue eyes glinted with lust. “You’ve trained him. Just getting near this shower gets him hard as a rock.”

“You don’t want me to help with that?” I purred through the steamy air. “Don’t you want my lips wrapped around you, sucking you until you’re dry?”

His gaze turned cloudy as he rinsed the last of his shampoo from his hair and I followed the bubbles cascading down his slippery skin.

“Are you already done with your shower?” he asked.

I nodded. We had plenty of time–

He yanked back the shower curtain and forced me from the tub.

“What are you doing?” I yelled. I stood on the rug, drenched and dripping, glaring at him as he yanked the curtain closed, separating us.

“I don’t trust myself with you, devil woman. Go put some clothes on. I’ll be done in a minute.”

My blood boiled while I shivered in the cold.

“Wear a skirt,” came from behind the curtain.

I made a loud noise of frustration and stormed away.

“Are you really that mad because I didn’t let you go down on me?” he asked when we were pulling on shoes at the front door. I’d sipped my coffee in total silence. Hadn’t said a word to him since the shower.

Yeah, I was mad. I only had a few mornings left with him. Why had he denied it? “Maybe I’m worried something’s wrong with you. What guy turns that down?”

He gave me a weird smile. “Maybe the one trying to keep you from falling into a routine. You know, so you don’t get bored.”

That just made me more annoyed. I marched beside him toward the station, pulling my jacket tight around me. It was cold and overcast this morning, matching my mood.

“Are you claustrophobic?” Dominic stood beside me as we queued up to board the train. All around us, business people waited, polite and orderly. It was mostly men with briefcases and newspapers tucked under an arm.

“No,” I answered. “Why?”

“They’re going to pack us into the train car. Like, literally. Stay close to me or we’ll end up on opposite sides.”