She mussed a small section of his goatee. “So you thought of me. Bought me a cheap trinket. Invited me to your personal hotel nobody knows you own. Immediately bring me up here and fucked me within five minutes.”
“To be fair, you asked me to.”
Lana finished lowering the top of her dress. God spent a lot of time creating this woman. She wasn’t wearing a bra. One was built into her dress, but it had barely contained her round breasts. Nope. Can’t resist. Ken kissed the top one, finger and thumb teasing her thick nipple. This is why we had to quickly have sex first. Otherwise this moment would not have been possible. “I could ask you to do a lot of things, Kenneth.” Lana surveyed the way this man lavished her with affection like a queen surveys her domain.
“I am your willing slave, my lady.”
“Mm.” Lana fell back, breasts jiggling to Ken’s great and masculine amusement. He followed her, cupping one breast from beneath and rolling her tongue around her areola. Her nipple was so stiff he could have sucked it dry for an hour. Maybe I will. “Be careful saying things like that around a woman like me.”
He shot her a heated look. “Maybe I want to find out what happens.” He also wanted to find out what happened when he inhaled as much of her breath into his mouth as he could.
Turned out it only had a minor effect on her. Lana bristled in pleasure, but her hand remained in his hair and her breath did not skip a beat. If someone wanted to talk about self-control, all they had to do was look at Lana Losers right now. “Most men don’t want to really know,” she said in a careful tone. “They joke about it, but they don’t want it.”
“I don’t joke about those things.”
Lana curled her arm around his shoulders, coaxing him to come up and kiss her properly. When that momentary fervor died down, she said, “I’ve yet to meet a man who doesn’t.”
“Lana,” Ken said, gripping her as if she were a precious possession in need of keeping. When this conference is over, she’s gone, off to work for some dunderhead who doesn’t know how to properly take care of her. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he charm her into his bed and his office? Lana was brilliant and ambitious. She was hot, too, which made her a seriously dangerous trifecta in the real estate world. Lana was the exact type of woman Ken lusted after for his life. “I’m a fan of communication. That may shock you, but also like you, I have extensive history with the same types of people that you do. Trust me when I say that there are many women out there who joke about that sort of thing too. I’m tired of it.” He kissed her again. “Many men too, yes.”
The woman who had so recently stolen his heart and loins studied his expression with renewed interest. Did she see his meaning in his eyes? Or did he hide it too well? Men, women, a lot of it’s the same when it comes to getting what I want. Yes, in the bedroom.
“You’re bisexual,” Lana finally said. Curiosity kept her interest piqued.
“I don’t subscribe to any labels. Not like that.” He curled some of her hair around his finger before tucking it behind her ear. Those bright eyes never stopped studying him. “It’s too complicated.” Gay, straight, bi… they all sent the wrong message. Gay disregarded his love for all things women and his ultimate desire to marry one. Straight didn’t do justice to the occasional man he enjoyed the company of. Bi? That implied a lifestyle where a man could be a serious partner in his life – outside of business, anyway. That wasn’t happening. “But I’ve been with men. Does that trouble you?”
“What? No way.” She was almost a little too enthused. Aha. I found one of those. Young Lana Losers probably spent a lot of her downtime reading and writing certain forms of literature that starred few female characters. “I’m trying to figure you out.”
“Why? Thought I was a convention fling.”
“You are, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear more about the men sucking your glorious cock.” She chuckled to see the condom still wrapped snugly around him. Dexterous digits rolled it off and deposited it into the nearest trashcan.