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“I could have walked, you know. ” I watched him, unsure of his emotional state, of his thoughts, of what he’d felt regarding my little display of control.

  I was kind of impressed with myself. I’d never done any of that before. I mean, sure, I’d given plenty of blowjobs before, a de rigueur part of sex and dating. But I’d never taken a guy that deep before, never spent so much time and effort on making sure he came as hard as possible. And I’d certainly never fingered a guy’s ass**le before. I really couldn’t believe he’d let me do that. But he had. And he’d seemed to enjoy it, giving in to it.

  Giving o**l s*x had always just been part of the process, something to do as part of sex. If a guy asked, and I liked him, I’d do it. If I was really feeling good about him, I’d do it voluntarily sometimes. But I’d never truly enjoyed it. I mean, does any woman really like having a giant c**k shoved down her throat? Probably not. Not most, at least. But what I’d just done to Roth…I’d really, really liked it. I loved the sense of power, the knowledge that I could make him come apart and lose control. I’d loved making him feel good, giving him that pleasure.

  After setting me on the bed, Roth tightened the towel around his waist. “Wait here. ” He ran his hand through his hair in an agitated gesture, then left the room without a backward glance. I wondered then if I’d gone too far. I’d taken control and had been pretty open about my feelings for him—even though I hadn’t told him everything. But had I been too clear? Had I pushed him away, scared him off?

  Only a few moment’s passed before Roth came back, carrying a six-pack of Stella Artois, a bottle opener, a gargantuan slice of cheesecake drizzled with chocolate, and one fork. As he entered the room, I slid off the bed, combed my fingers through my hair, and tossed my towel to the floor.

  “I come bearing gifts,” he said with a smile.

  “Tasty gifts, too. ” I sat cross-legged on the bed next to him, angled toward him.

  He popped the tops off two beers, handed me one, and took a long swig from his. I matched him, drinking deeply from the neck of the bottle. When I lowered the beer, he held the fork out to me, bearing a bite of cheesecake.

  “Holy shit, that’s good,” I said.

  I’d tried to stop swearing, but bad words just kept slipping out. Fortunately, Roth didn’t seem to mind it. If he did, he’d never said anything to me about it.

  “Mmmmhmm. ” He bobbed his head in agreement, and then swallowed his bite. “Yeah. It’s Eliza’s. Some secret recipe. ”

  “That woman is a miracle worker. ”

  “That she is,” he said, feeding me another bite.

  Silence settled between us then, long and comfortable. Roth fed me in between long swallows of delicious beer, and when I finished mine, he popped open another before I’d even set the bottle down.

  We finished the cheesecake and were near the bottom of our second beers when Roth finally met my gaze. “What you did in the shower…it was…amazing. Letting you have your way, though…that was extremely challenging for me. ” He glanced away. “Letting you touch me as you did, that was even harder. I’ve not ever let anyone do that before. You…challenge me, Kyrie. On every level. ”

  “Why’d you let me, then?”

  “You’ve shown so much courage, so much willingness—eagerness, even—for everything I’ve demanded of you. I don’t know, and don’t really want to know about everything you’ve done before…or why you haven’t. I told you, I only watched you to protect you, to watch over you. I was never voyeuristic about it, so I’m not familiar with the details of your sexual history. And I don’t care to go into it now, neither yours nor mine. I just want you to know that I’m very much aware of what I ask of you, and the fact that you’ve never denied me anything means a lot to me. Giving you your way in the shower…that was…I knew I had to give control back to you, because I couldn’t demand something of you I couldn’t give back. ”

  I grinned at him. “Well, if you’ve got to give me control, I certainly chose a fun way of exercising it on you, right?”

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  He chuckled. “Fun? That’s a hell of an understatement. That wasn’t just a blowjob, that was…something else. Something far more. ”

  “You liked it, then?”

  “Liked it?” He stared at me. “Kyrie…you totally blew my mind. I didn’t know I could feel that way, or come that hard. ”

  I shivered with pleasure. “Good. That was what I wanted to do. I can’t guarantee it’ll be like that every time I blow you, though. ”

  “Every time?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I mean…there will be a next time, right?”

  He didn’t answer right away. “That’s up to you. I’ll take what I want from you, when I want. ” His gaze went hot, hooked on mine. “I’ll wake up in the middle of the night with my c**k inside you. I’ll take you up against the wall in the garage, and on every one of my cars. I’ll take you on the island in my kitchen and on my desk in my office, and in the bathroom at a concert with your dress up around your hips and your heels around my waist. But what I won’t take from you is o**l s*x. I’ll leave that for you to give. ”

  “I’m on board with that,” I said, finishing my second beer and accepting a third.

  He smiled. “Good. ” He lifted an eyebrow. “Which part, though?”

  I shrugged. “All of it. The sex everywhere, especially. I’ve never made love anywhere but in a bed. Well, that’s not true. In a car once, and it was awkward and uncomfortable. So just know that you can take me anywhere, anytime, just…not in front of people. I’m not an exhibitionist. ”

  Roth frowned at me in surprise. “And I am?”

  I laughed. “No, obviously not. I’m just…clarifying. ”

  “No worries on that score, Kyrie. I might f**k you in a public place, but never in such a way that you’d be embarrassed. Just enough to make it…risky, and thus all the more exciting. ”

  The subtext of this conversation wasn’t lost on me. We were discussing, via our plans for sexual conquest, a future relationship. I wasn’t sure what that would entail emotionally, for me or for him, but it was still an exciting prospect. I’d take what I could get from Roth, for as long as he’d give it to me. We were still on our first full night of sex together, and it was already life-alteringly fantastic, out-of-this-world incredible.

  “Change of subject,” Roth said. “How about a movie?”

  “Naked movie time?” I suggested.

  He laughed. “As if I’d let you put on clothes?”

  I stood up. “Let’s go, then!”

  He shook his head. “Get back here. ” He set the plate and fork on a bedside table, then pulled out an electronic tablet.

  He tapped the screen to wake it up, and then touched a series of buttons. A screen rolled down on the wall opposite his bed, hidden in a recess in the ceiling. I glanced up and saw that the projector was also hidden, the only hint of it a small screen angling down from the ceiling. Roth touched another button, and the tablet’s screen switched to show a Netflix account, and he quickly typed in a movie title, selected it, and set it to play. By the time he’d finished this, the projector was warmed up, and within seconds the movie began. He’d picked a romantic comedy, something fun and light. I propped the pillows up against the headboard and settled in to watch. Roth left the room without explanation while the opening credits rolled, returning a few moments later with another six-pack. I was already a little tipsy, but I took a fourth beer and drank it slowly, cuddling in with Roth as the movie started.

  Halfway through the movie, I felt myself drifting, dizzy, warm, and happy, and sleepy and pleasantly drunk. Roth took my empty bottle from me, set it aside, and scooted down on the bed, holding me against his chest.

  “I should’ve warned you I almost never finish movies,” I mumbled. “I always fall asleep. ”

  “It’s fine,” he said. “That’s why I put it on. Just relax. ”