Dominant made her quiver, she wasn’t sure she could handle that level
of intensity. He’d push her limits. She hoped she could keep up and embrace what
he had to offer.
A few minutes later a black limousine pulled up outside her
store. A driver got out and tipped his cap in her direction. “Good evening,
Miss Romano.”
“Good evening.”
He opened the door and she slipped inside.
Joshua sat at the opposite end, arm resting casually on the
back of the seat. He wore dark wool slacks and a white silk shirt. No tie. The
top three buttons were open and she could see a thatch of curls on his chest.
He’d slicked back his brown hair. A hint of stubble darkened
his jaw. His green eyes shone. He looked like the big, bad wolf ready to devour
his prey.
She’d expected something different—leather maybe. Jeans. A
bondage outfit. His surprising elegance shot her libido into overdrive. She
wanted to reach into his shirt and toy with the curls.
“Good evening, Ruby.”
“Hello.” She smoothed the imaginary wrinkles from her skirt.
“Move closer to me. I don’t bite.”
Pity. Deep down, she wanted him mad for her.
She slid closer and caught a hint of his spicy, masculine
scent. Her thighs trembled as he massaged the nape of her neck.
“You look stunning. I’m glad you decided to come.”
His lazy caresses made her breasts swell. His casual,
pleasant tone defied the turbulence he aroused in her. She felt hot and cold,
aching and wet. Her skin was sensitized beyond all rationality.
“Where are we going?”
“Decadence. It’s a BDSM club.”
She stiffened. A BDSM club meant public displays. Would he
expect her to take part? Would he “scene” with her in public? A thrill ran
through her. She would be on display for everyone to judge. Ruby gulped down
trepidation. Should she tell him no already? Her submissive side might be
screaming yes but she wasn’t ready emotionally. Fear crept along her spine.
“Relax.” He tugged strands of her hair, a comforting gesture.
“We’ll be watching only.”
The tension seeped out of her and she relaxed into him. “Have
you been before?”
“Many times.” While one hand played with her hair, the other
rested on her thigh. She traced the contours of his fingers. They were long and
tapered. Graceful even. Where he was concerned, she had a hand fetish.
“Before you ask, I’ve topped submissives there.”
Ruby tensed. Jealousy surged and a red haze clouded her
thoughts. “Did you fuck them?”
She heard his amusement when he said, “Why? Does that make
you jealous?”
She stroked his knuckles, the reassuring motion calming her.
“Maybe.” She didn’t have the right to be this possessive.
He leaned down and his breath tickled her ear. “Yes, I
fucked some of them but the only woman I want to fuck tonight is you.”
Ruby moaned, “Joshua.”
“You look amazing. How does the outfit feel? Did it make you
wet, thinking about how much it would turn me on?”
Of course she’d fantasized about his reaction. She hadn’t
bargained on being this turned on herself. She tried to divert him. “How do you
feel, Mr. Quinn?”
“Like I want to drive my cock inside you. Feel your hot cunt
gripping me.”
Heat flared across her skin. She wanted him to do exactly
what he’d said, wanted his length pushing inside her, stretching her. She’d
ripple around him, draw him in and watch his eyes darken with lust.
“You keep talking like that and we are never going to make
it out of the car,” she said and meant it.
He shifted before he cupped her face and said, “It begins
now. Once we start this, it’s too late to turn back. I won’t stop.”
“I’m ready.”
“Good.” He released her. “Kneel on the floor.”
Her pulse quickened. Joshua Quinn, sexy millionaire and
overbearing personality, was about to become her Dominant. A real Dom. Not some
actor—someone with years of experience. Could she handle the reality?
She slid to the floor and rested her
of intensity. He’d push her limits. She hoped she could keep up and embrace what
he had to offer.
A few minutes later a black limousine pulled up outside her
store. A driver got out and tipped his cap in her direction. “Good evening,
Miss Romano.”
“Good evening.”
He opened the door and she slipped inside.
Joshua sat at the opposite end, arm resting casually on the
back of the seat. He wore dark wool slacks and a white silk shirt. No tie. The
top three buttons were open and she could see a thatch of curls on his chest.
He’d slicked back his brown hair. A hint of stubble darkened
his jaw. His green eyes shone. He looked like the big, bad wolf ready to devour
his prey.
She’d expected something different—leather maybe. Jeans. A
bondage outfit. His surprising elegance shot her libido into overdrive. She
wanted to reach into his shirt and toy with the curls.
“Good evening, Ruby.”
“Hello.” She smoothed the imaginary wrinkles from her skirt.
“Move closer to me. I don’t bite.”
Pity. Deep down, she wanted him mad for her.
She slid closer and caught a hint of his spicy, masculine
scent. Her thighs trembled as he massaged the nape of her neck.
“You look stunning. I’m glad you decided to come.”
His lazy caresses made her breasts swell. His casual,
pleasant tone defied the turbulence he aroused in her. She felt hot and cold,
aching and wet. Her skin was sensitized beyond all rationality.
“Where are we going?”
“Decadence. It’s a BDSM club.”
She stiffened. A BDSM club meant public displays. Would he
expect her to take part? Would he “scene” with her in public? A thrill ran
through her. She would be on display for everyone to judge. Ruby gulped down
trepidation. Should she tell him no already? Her submissive side might be
screaming yes but she wasn’t ready emotionally. Fear crept along her spine.
“Relax.” He tugged strands of her hair, a comforting gesture.
“We’ll be watching only.”
The tension seeped out of her and she relaxed into him. “Have
you been before?”
“Many times.” While one hand played with her hair, the other
rested on her thigh. She traced the contours of his fingers. They were long and
tapered. Graceful even. Where he was concerned, she had a hand fetish.
“Before you ask, I’ve topped submissives there.”
Ruby tensed. Jealousy surged and a red haze clouded her
thoughts. “Did you fuck them?”
She heard his amusement when he said, “Why? Does that make
you jealous?”
She stroked his knuckles, the reassuring motion calming her.
“Maybe.” She didn’t have the right to be this possessive.
He leaned down and his breath tickled her ear. “Yes, I
fucked some of them but the only woman I want to fuck tonight is you.”
Ruby moaned, “Joshua.”
“You look amazing. How does the outfit feel? Did it make you
wet, thinking about how much it would turn me on?”
Of course she’d fantasized about his reaction. She hadn’t
bargained on being this turned on herself. She tried to divert him. “How do you
feel, Mr. Quinn?”
“Like I want to drive my cock inside you. Feel your hot cunt
gripping me.”
Heat flared across her skin. She wanted him to do exactly
what he’d said, wanted his length pushing inside her, stretching her. She’d
ripple around him, draw him in and watch his eyes darken with lust.
“You keep talking like that and we are never going to make
it out of the car,” she said and meant it.
He shifted before he cupped her face and said, “It begins
now. Once we start this, it’s too late to turn back. I won’t stop.”
“I’m ready.”
“Good.” He released her. “Kneel on the floor.”
Her pulse quickened. Joshua Quinn, sexy millionaire and
overbearing personality, was about to become her Dominant. A real Dom. Not some
actor—someone with years of experience. Could she handle the reality?
She slid to the floor and rested her
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