her breasts, and then. . . .
"Talk or tour?” The twinkle in his eyes alerted her that he wasn't only aware of her woolgathering, but could also guess the direction she'd driven.
Flustered, Danielle had to shelve her attraction. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was her research topic juicing her up. She glanced up at John. Fuck, no. It was him. And not just his physical appearance. He exuded power, authority and intelligence.
A subtle tilt of his head and slight widening of his eyes reminded her he waited for her response. She couldn't wait to get a good look at the place with its special rooms and devices used only for those who lived the lifestyle. But it would have to wait. She needed some basic information first.
"I guess maybe we should talk first. I have a few questions."
He pointed to the bar. “Have a seat. Would you like a drink? Maybe a soda? Water?"
With her immature crush and reactions, it was a wonder he hadn't asked if she wanted milk. Dani slid on to the stool and placed her purse on top of the bar. “Diet-whatever-you-have would be fine."
John took a glass, flipped it up in the air and caught it. He filled it with ice and soda and placed it in front of her. He grabbed a lemon and cut a slice. Rather than putting it in the glass, he brought it to her mouth and rubbed it along her lips. His fingers hovered centimeters away and Dani wanted to lick and bite them.
"Suck,” he said.
Like a knee-jerk reaction her pussy clenched at the sound of that one word. Opening her mouth, her lips encased the lemon and his fingers and she sucked the tart fruit before he pulled it away and placed it in her drink.
He leaned toward her, his voice a low caress. “You'd make a great submissive. You should think about doing some first hand research for that book of yours."
She shivered but she wasn't sure if it was from the air conditioning or from the suggestion. It'd been quite a while since she'd indulged in any sex and that was probably why Mr. Hot-N-Sexy was making her mind consider what she normally wouldn't. Her? A submissive? Not a chance. But it would be a lot of fun getting to play with the sex god in front of her. And she would gain information she wouldn't get by just asking interview questions. Hmm. . . .
Taking a sip of her drink, Dani avoided his question. She opened her purse and took out her cell. “You don't mind if I take notes, do you?"
"Since it's an interview, I expected it."
"Right. Great, great. Okay then. Are the only people who come into the bar people who engage in the BDSM lifestyle?” She gulped and hoped she didn't say anything to put him off or to insult him.
"Well, that is the type of club this is. But no. We get a lot of people who are just curious. Some just want kicks, but then find out it isn't for them. Some have no more than a vague inclination, and with others, it becomes a major part of their lives."
She didn't have to wonder what category he fit into. Obviously, if he worked at Bar None it was a part of his lifestyle.
"Are you a Dom?” The words slipped out and she knew red crept up her cheeks. What a stupid thing to ask. She wasn't here to get personal. Then again, maybe she was. The questions about the bar and the lifestyle would have to be personal and he'd have known that going in.
"Let's assume that's a yes.” He leaned against the bar and smiled at her, perfectly comfortable with his response. No anger or embarrassment.
"Why? Did you think I might have been a sub?” The corner of his mouth turned back up in a lopsided grin and his eyes bore into hers.
Dani felt her face flush again. One look at his movements, the simple way he carried himself was enough to know he wouldn't submit to anyone. This man could have worn alpha as a tattoo. And he knew it. He was playing with her. Or was he. . . ? Holy shit. The sex god was flirting with her.
The thought of it made her stomach flip and her mind become hazy. Dani reached for her glass and knocked it over, spilling the
"Talk or tour?” The twinkle in his eyes alerted her that he wasn't only aware of her woolgathering, but could also guess the direction she'd driven.
Flustered, Danielle had to shelve her attraction. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was her research topic juicing her up. She glanced up at John. Fuck, no. It was him. And not just his physical appearance. He exuded power, authority and intelligence.
A subtle tilt of his head and slight widening of his eyes reminded her he waited for her response. She couldn't wait to get a good look at the place with its special rooms and devices used only for those who lived the lifestyle. But it would have to wait. She needed some basic information first.
"I guess maybe we should talk first. I have a few questions."
He pointed to the bar. “Have a seat. Would you like a drink? Maybe a soda? Water?"
With her immature crush and reactions, it was a wonder he hadn't asked if she wanted milk. Dani slid on to the stool and placed her purse on top of the bar. “Diet-whatever-you-have would be fine."
John took a glass, flipped it up in the air and caught it. He filled it with ice and soda and placed it in front of her. He grabbed a lemon and cut a slice. Rather than putting it in the glass, he brought it to her mouth and rubbed it along her lips. His fingers hovered centimeters away and Dani wanted to lick and bite them.
"Suck,” he said.
Like a knee-jerk reaction her pussy clenched at the sound of that one word. Opening her mouth, her lips encased the lemon and his fingers and she sucked the tart fruit before he pulled it away and placed it in her drink.
He leaned toward her, his voice a low caress. “You'd make a great submissive. You should think about doing some first hand research for that book of yours."
She shivered but she wasn't sure if it was from the air conditioning or from the suggestion. It'd been quite a while since she'd indulged in any sex and that was probably why Mr. Hot-N-Sexy was making her mind consider what she normally wouldn't. Her? A submissive? Not a chance. But it would be a lot of fun getting to play with the sex god in front of her. And she would gain information she wouldn't get by just asking interview questions. Hmm. . . .
Taking a sip of her drink, Dani avoided his question. She opened her purse and took out her cell. “You don't mind if I take notes, do you?"
"Since it's an interview, I expected it."
"Right. Great, great. Okay then. Are the only people who come into the bar people who engage in the BDSM lifestyle?” She gulped and hoped she didn't say anything to put him off or to insult him.
"Well, that is the type of club this is. But no. We get a lot of people who are just curious. Some just want kicks, but then find out it isn't for them. Some have no more than a vague inclination, and with others, it becomes a major part of their lives."
She didn't have to wonder what category he fit into. Obviously, if he worked at Bar None it was a part of his lifestyle.
"Are you a Dom?” The words slipped out and she knew red crept up her cheeks. What a stupid thing to ask. She wasn't here to get personal. Then again, maybe she was. The questions about the bar and the lifestyle would have to be personal and he'd have known that going in.
"Let's assume that's a yes.” He leaned against the bar and smiled at her, perfectly comfortable with his response. No anger or embarrassment.
"Why? Did you think I might have been a sub?” The corner of his mouth turned back up in a lopsided grin and his eyes bore into hers.
Dani felt her face flush again. One look at his movements, the simple way he carried himself was enough to know he wouldn't submit to anyone. This man could have worn alpha as a tattoo. And he knew it. He was playing with her. Or was he. . . ? Holy shit. The sex god was flirting with her.
The thought of it made her stomach flip and her mind become hazy. Dani reached for her glass and knocked it over, spilling the
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