Landon’s hand stilled and his eyes widened.
I had a feeling he hadn’t realized what hewas doing, which made his reactions even better. As his hand moved back to hislap, he slowly nodded. “Yes, Sir. For now.”
Taking that as a good sign, I stood andreached out my hand. “I’m going to have them put your shirt behind the bar.”
Landon nodded and handed it to me as Iwaved Conner over.
He’d been watching us from the bar andquickly bounced over. “Can you put this behind the bar for us, please?”
Before he could do more than nod, I turnedback to Landon and stretched my hand toward him. “Are you ready to explore withme?”
He was quiet for a second before he noddedand took my hand, looking calm as he studied our joined hands before looking upat me with an intrigued expression on his face. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
Pulling him to me, I stroked my fingersover his. “Then let’s go.”
It definitely wasn’t how I’d thought Iwould be spending my evening, but as I led him deeper into the building, I hada feeling I wouldn’t regret meeting the curious submissive.
Chapter 3
Landon
If following directions enthusiasticallywas a sign of submission, I didn’t have any reason to doubt my desires.
I’d always been able to do what needed tobe done and make the tough decisions, but there was something so freeing abouthaving Porter make them—and if I was reading him right, I’d made him happy.
As soon as the sexy businessman hadswitched to being more Dom and less…polite, maybe, a laid-back sensuality hadtaken over him. I’d turned him on. Well, something about me or what I’d donehad made him hard.
For me, all he’d had to do was rake hiseyes over my chest like he was mentally doing dirty and possibly painful thingsto me and I’d been a goner. Everything after that was just a brilliantly dirty,erotic bonus.
Even the way his fingers gripped mine didcrazy things to me.
I couldn’t help wondering what his handswould feel like stroking over my chest. The way he stared at me as he’ddescribed what he was going to do made it so real I could almost feel it. Thefantasy was so strong and distracting, I nearly walked into the corner of thewall as we walked into an open room toward the back of the building.
Great, he was going to describe me later asthat quiet klutz with the tattoos—if he was being generous.
Porter’s quick reflexes moved me out of theway, but instead of laughing like my family or even one of the guys at workwould’ve done, Porter stopped. He moved us to the side of the large room we’dwalked into, away from the crowds, and led me to a quiet corner.
“Tell me what you were thinking that distractedyou.” It was a firm command, but for some reason it made me feel special, likehe really noticed everything about me.
I didn’t even think about what to do; Ijust answered the quietly delivered order. “I was thinking about what you saidat the table, about touching me, I mean.”
Porter nodded and there was a hint ofsomething in his expression that said I’d pleased him. He released my hand, butinstead of moving away, he trailed his fingers along my arms, sending moreshivers through me.
He was barely touching me, and not eventhat intimately, but I’d never felt anything like it.
I must have made some kind of sound becausehe shifted his hands so the backs of his fingers stroked the sides of my chest.“Is this what you were imagining?”
We both knew it wasn’t, but he made meanswer anyway. “No, Sir.”
He smiled, but it was filled with somethingsexier than just happiness. “Maybe something like this, perhaps?”
His thumbs stretched out and lightly strokedover my nipples. It could barely be called a caress, but I had to bite back amoan as he teased over the sensitive skin. “Was that what you were thinkingabout?”
Answering was easier once his fingers movedback to my arms, but I still wasn’t sure why I was so turned on. Porter raisedone eyebrow and the look on his face made me want to squirm and tell him I’d begood.
That didn’t make it any easier to talk.
“No, Sir, but it was closer.” He pretendedto be surprised and think, but there was something wonderfully predatory aboutthe look in his eyes. He might be dressed like he belonged on Wall Street or ina boardroom, but he wasn’t soft by any means.
