Darkly (Follow Me 4)

“I can’t, either.”

She returns her gaze to mine, her eyes almost taunting me. “Exactly what do you want that you can’t buy?”

I don’t even have to think about my answer. It rolls right off my tongue.

“You,” I say. “In my bed.”

Chapter Five

I’ve never paid for sex, and I never will, but from time to time, women have offered themselves to me for money. Or jewels. Or a luxury sedan. Or first-class plane tickets to Paris.

I’ve sent them all on their way.

Skye would never do anything so demeaning. She’s too challenging. Too sure of herself. Too independent. Too focused.

She car

ries a condom in her purse, for God’s sake. This isn’t a woman who puts herself in any situation where she’s not in control.

I respect her all the more for that.

I’m not interested in anything easy.

I’m interested in a challenge.

I’m interested in Skye Manning.

Very interested.

“No,” she says. “I’m not for sale.”

“That’s why you’ll come willingly.” I lower my gaze to her mouth.

That gorgeous mouth, lips glistening and parted just so…

Damn. My cock is already about to explode.

I’ve got to have her. Tonight.

She grabs her napkin and wipes her mouth.

“Let’s go,” she says, and my heart pounds.

I eye her plate containing about a third of her fish and a few broccoli florets. “You didn’t finish your dinner.”

“I’m suddenly not hungry. You want to fuck me? Let’s go fuck.”

Music to my ears.

“Works for me.” I motion to Cory. “We’re ready for the check.”

…

I’ll give Skye credit. She doesn’t gasp in awe at the sight of my downtown penthouse decorated in black and forest green. No. She’s more interested in the black-and-white ball of fur biting my ankles.

“Hey, Sasha.” I lean down and scratch the fur on her shoulders.

“She’s beautiful.” Skye kneels to scratch her behind the ears. “Hi there, Sasha. You’re so pretty.”