“More,” I pleaded without meaning to. As he caressed my bare skin, it ignited my desire into a raging inferno. It left me rock-hard and ready to beg for more. I had never been so aroused by simple kissing and touching, but my body came to life under his fingertips.
He issued a playful warning. “If we continue kissing like that, dinner will have to wait.”
“That’s fine. I’m not hungry because I had a late lunch.”
“Then that makes two of us.”
With my desire in full control of my actions, I tugged off my shirt with more confidence than I knew I possessed. “Please keep touching me.”
“Here or in the bedroom?” When I didn’t respond, he moved his hands away to make it easier for me to think. “You seem to have a question.”
“I do, but there isn’t a way to ask without it being awkward.”
“That’s fine,” he reassured me. “You have my word that I’ll tell you the truth.”
I ignored my body screeching at me for stopping the best make-out session I had ever had the privilege to enjoy. “You’re a top, aren’t you?”
Thankfully, he didn’t laugh at me. “I’m a hedonist at heart. I love pleasure in any form it takes, whether it is giving or taking it. As long as it feels great for me and my partner, I don’t care about the position.”
“Really?” It almost seemed too good to be true.
“Oui, and I’m happy to accommodate any specific desires you have.”
I swallowed hard at the implication. “Do you mean kinks?”
His smile was wicked and filled with promise. “I’mveryindulgent about exploring what brings you the greatest pleasure. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about anything you enjoy. Shame has no place in the bedroom.”
“But what if I don’t know?” It was a failure to admit that to someone as experienced as him. “I’ve never experimented, and I’m not into weird stuff. It sounds terrible, but I’m pretty basic.”
“That’s not a bad thing. Some people don’t have a taste for the unusual.” His specific choice of words brought a blush to my cheeks about my secret obsession, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Ah, it seems there might be something after all, eh?”
I squirmed on his lap, my arousal tenting my pants. “It’s not a kink. It’s justweird.” I ignored the asshole in my brain who was quick to remind me that getting off on a strange thing was one definition of kink.
“You can tell me.” He brushed his thumb against my lower back in comfort, which sent another supernova flare of lust through me. “Pleasure comes in all forms. I don’t judge.”
“But how do I explain what I don’t understand?” He remained silent as I tried to express my confusion. “Whatever the hell is in your cologne, it gets me all twisted up inside. It makes me—”
His voice was gentle and encouraging. “Tell me.”
“It makes me want a taste,” I whispered.
“There, you see? That’s not embarrassing at all.” His words reassured me. “Perhaps it would be best if we moved to the bed, eh? You can explore me to your heart’s content to satisfy your curiosities.”
It was almost too tempting, but I hesitated. “To what end?”
“Hopefully, until you come,” he replied with a laugh that sent a shudder through me at the promise of getting relief. But it also filled me with nervousness, which he picked up on. “I know this is an unfamiliar experience for you, Zio. You should explore my body to grow comfortable with this. To be crude, this isn’t about me fucking you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Seriously?”
“You have the conference to focus on for the next two days. The last thing I want to do is distract you from that by making you sore.” His show of consideration moved me. “If you wish to explore what it’s like to be penetrated after your event is over, I’m happy to show you what pleasures there are in that. If that’s something you’re never comfortable with, then that’s fine with me, too. I’ll never complain about receiving pleasure.”
Even without me saying anything, he had known the thing I was most worried about. For that reason, I gave him two soft kisses before I got off his lap and held my hand out to him.
He accepted it with a smile, interlocking our fingers and raising my hand to kiss it before I led him into my bedroom. When we entered, he glanced around at the grandeur of the enormous space. “Wow, I didn’t realize there was such a difference between being a Platinum and Diamond member of Luxurian’s membership program. I’m impressed.” He refocused his attention on me. “Do you want to undress me yourself, or should I do it?”
Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and undid his first button with trembling fingers. Each one I unfastened revealed more of his beautiful body, flooding me with a warring sense of heat and insecurity about how perfect he was.
He shrugged his shirt onto the floor and guided my hands to his chest. “Nothing else matters other than feeling good.”
