"What do you like me in?"
"Nothing." She smiles. "You set that up for me." Her eyes flit to the office door. The counter. The suite in the middle. "Where do you think…?"
The desk in the office is handy. One of those sit to stand models with all sorts of options.
The counter is always a possibility. Especially with her in those shoes.
Fuck, the thought of bending her over the plastic, peeling her panties to her thighs, driving into her until she's groaning my name—
My cock roars to attention.
I want her every way I can have her. But I need to see her. To look her in the eyes. To watch her come. "The chair."
"Is that sanitary?"
"It's clean."
"For your future customers?"
I can't help but chuckle. "Considerate."
"Is it?"
I push my palm into her lower back as I lead her to the office. "I'll clean thoroughly after."
"Oh. Okay." She tries to turn the handle, but it's locked.
"Let me." I pull my keys from my slacks. Find the one for the office.
She sighs with relief as the lock clicks. "You really do need your own place."
"I know." I lead her inside. Go straight to the bottom drawer of the cabinet. Thank some higher power when I find a full box of condoms.
Or maybe I should just thank Chase. Or Forest. Or even fucking Patrick.
God, I already want to hit the asshole and he's not even an asshole. The hint of Luna wanting him, touching him, letting him touch her—
It makes my blood boil.
I've never cared like that before. I don't know how to handle it.
I don't know how to handle how much I need her.
But, right now, I know exactly how I need her.
I stand. Show off the foil packet.
She smiles. "Okay. Pants off now."
I can't help but chuckle.
"Less finding me amusing. More pants off."
"You first."
"We already did me first." She closes the space between us. Presses her palm to my chest. Grabs my belt with the other. "Now."
My smile widens.
"No, no, no. Less amusement. More fucking."
"Stop being adorable."
"I'm not adorable. I'm just clear in my instructions."
"You are."
"So. Pants. Off."
I shake my head. Take her hand. Place it on my slacks, right over my cock.
Her eyes light up.
"Not yet." I wrap my arm around her waist. Lean down to kiss her.
The kiss she returns is pure need. Hard, hungry, completely lacking in patience.
I've never been into kissing. Even when I was that age where kissing is all you do.
With Luna—
I feel everything. I feel her in my bones.
I want to fuck her. I want to drive into her so hard she screams.
And I want to touch her, hold her, make fucking love to her.
How do I explain that? How do I let her know just how much I need her?
I pull back with a sigh. "I like you."
She nods. "I know. You like me, I'm adorable. Less talking, more sex."
"No." My fingers curl around her neck. "I care about you."
"You care about me?"
"Yeah. I want to fuck you, angel. I want it really fucking bad." I shift my hips so she can feel my hard-on.
"These are some mixed messages."
I chuckle. "You want me to stop?"
"God no."
"I just… I don't want to hurt you. It would kill me."
"Okay."
"And I… it's not just sex. It's more. I don't know how to do more, but—"
"I care about you too." She hooks her fingers in my belt loop. "And, really, I would love to talk about this. And it's really sweet you're trying to make sure I know where this is going before you fuck me."
"Yeah."
"But we can figure that out later. Right now, I need you to fuck me." She tugs at my belt loop as she takes a step backward. "I need you inside me."
Fuck. I can't say no to that. It's physically impossible.
She catches my change in posture. Bites her lip. Revels in her fucking power.
Luna leads me to the suite in the back. My suite. The place I spend my entire work week. "You've thought about this?"
"Fucking you?"
She nods. "Here. In the chair."
"Yeah."
"How does it go?" She shrugs the jacket off her shoulders. Hangs it on hook against the half-wall.
It goes a lot of fucking ways. Too many to count. "Take off your dress."
She shakes her head. "You're wearing all your clothes."
"You want to come on my face? Or you want to strip item for item?"
She bites her lip.
"Really?"
This time, she's the one with that knowing smile. I recognize it. You drive me crazy in the best possible way.
I almost want to toy with her all night. To keep that smile on her face.
Almost.
"Okay. Fair is fair." I kick off my shoes. Peel off my socks.
She laughs. "I can take my boots off too."
"Dress. Off."
She holds my gaze for a moment, daring me. Then she pushes her dress to the floor and kicks it aside.
Luna is standing in front of my chair in nothing but her boots.