Darcy zigzagged a fingertip down his crotch and felt his body’s eager response. “Just this once, make an exception.”
Griffin caught her chin to force her to look up at him. “We were going to agree upon some ground rules last night, but somehow we got distracted.”
Darcy barely recalled the mention of rules. “What sort of rules did you have in mind?”
Griffin yanked on her sleeves and eased her sweater off over her head. He tossed it atop his shirt. “We need to agree on what’s business and what’s personal. I won’t mix the two, nor will I allow you to either.”
While he slid her bra straps off her shoulders, she unbuckled his belt and began to unbutton his fly. He was wearing black silk boxers, and she eased her fingers under the waistband. “You’ll tell me what I’m not allowed to do? That’s your idea of agreeing on rules?”
Griffin caught her hands. “You can’t sleep your way into a new lease, so if that’s your intention, give it up now.”
Darcy licked her lips and smiled suggestively. “There’s only one thing I’m inclined to give up, and it has nothing to do with buildings.”
“Cross your heart?”
Darcy unsnapped her bra, flung it toward the growing pile of clothing and made a cross on her bare breast. “Do you have any other rules?”
Griffin rolled her nipples through his index fingers and thumbs. “Yes, this has to be an exclusive relationship. I won’t see other women, and you won’t see other men.”
The man did indeed have great hands, and Darcy squirmed slightly as she thought of his touching her more intimately. “Better define what you mean by ‘see’,” she asked.
He increased the pressure on her nipples. “How detailed do you want it? Spend time with alone, date, dine with, sleep with, or any other sexual pastime. Is that clear?”
Darcy finished unbuttoning his fly and reached through the slit in his boxers to grasp his cock. Her hands were small, and her fingers didn’t meet as she encircled him. He felt huge. “Fair enough,” she agreed. “Anyt
hing else?”
“Yes, never lie to me, and I mean that. Don’t leave things out. Don’t conveniently forget to mention something I ought to know.”
Darcy ran her thumb along the underside of his cock to rub the sensitive ridge where the shaft met the head. His breathing quickened slightly, which she considered a point for her side. “If anything, I’m too honest, but you can’t lie to me either.”
“I won’t,” he swore.
“Anything else?” Fearing a bizarre request that would be a deal breaker, Darcy held her breath.
“One last thing. I know you and Christy will talk, and I don’t care if you tell her the sex is great, but our conversations have to remain private.”
“What’s your real worry, that I’ll tell the Enquirer you lie on the beach all day swilling beer in your underwear?”
Griffin leaned in to give her a kiss that demanded her full attention. “Very funny, but fortunately, the tabloids have no interest in classical musicians. Just promise you’ll respect my privacy.”
“You needn’t worry. I won’t even admit I know you, let alone brag about what you say. But what do we have here, promises not to mix business and pleasure, and of fidelity, honesty and loyalty? You don’t moonlight as a Marine recruiter, do you?”
“Damn it, Darcy, I’m serious.”
“You’re also half-naked in a bathroom with my hand on your dick. Now either you trust me to protect your heart and your career, or you don’t. Which is it?”
Griffin released a groan that bordered a growl, scooped her off the counter and carried her to his bed. He dropped her in the center none too gently, then sprawled out on top of her.
“That mouth is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” he warned.
Darcy arched her back to rub her now delightfully sensitive nipples across his hairy chest. “I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. Just bring it on.”
Griffin kissed her deeply rather than reply. Then he began to tease her gently rounded breasts with the tip of his tongue before sucking first one and then the other into his mouth. Propped on an elbow, he used his free hand to unzip her jeans and slid his hand into her lace panties.
Darcy’s breath caught in her throat as he slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet, he stroked her with an easy rhythm, and then rose.
He rolled off the bed to remove her pants with a swift tug, then peeled off her lacy lavender panties. He tossed them over his shoulder and shed the rest of his clothes. He crawled up over the end of his bed, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide.