didn’t matter right then what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to take
care of her. All that mattered was that he did.
He smelled of beer, of smoke, of every sinful thought she’d ever had. He asked why she would waste her time on a married man? Had she
known Business Suit was married, separated or not, she wouldn’t have wasted the last few months on him, but more than that, men like Tattoo Man
never looked at her twice. Normal, work-in-an-office men were the ones who asked her out, were the ones who called, were the ones she thought
were what she needed. They were steady, or at least that’s what she told herself, but they often ended up having more issues than she cared to hear
about. They were generally all about themselves and getting ahead. Rarely had anyone cared enough to ask her to just let them take care of her.
And yet, the one man who did ask… Damn. Her blood was like lava flowing through her veins, hot and thick just looking at him, just imagining the kinds of things he could do to her with that voice, those hands, that mouth, that long, lean body, that cock that was still hard behind
his zipper. Tattoo Man was the kind of hot-blooded bad boy she’d always fantasized about, always dreamed about, but never the kind of man she
ended up attracting.
Until now, that is.
He winked and one corner of his mouth tilted up as he sat back again. “You. Me. A bed. Naked. Fucking all thoughts of that loser right out of
your pretty head.”
He couldn’t be serious. Could he? The look in his eyes told her that yes, he was indeed very serious. Oh wow. When? Where? For how long? “I
don’t think th—”
“No,” he said, shaking his head sharply and reaching for her drink. With his eyes trained on her, he took a swallow that would have choked her
going down, but didn’t faze him at all. When he put the glass back down, half the liquid was gone. “This isn’t one of those thinking moments. This
is one of those go-for-it ‘doing’ moments. I want you to smile big and bright and I want to see tears in your eyes because you’ve come so much
… because you’ve come so hard. I want you to walk funny because you’ve been used for hours on end and want more.”
Well, damn. When put like that, how could she say no? It was simple really. She couldn’t. She might not get the happy ending with Tattoo Man,
but he was offering her a chance at getting down and dirty, having the kind of naughty sex she’d only ever dreamed about and she just couldn’t,
wouldn’t say no. She wanted to be able to say she’d had a bad boy, just once. She’d think about the consequences later. She’d have that talk with her
intuition later as well and find out why all of a sudden it decided to start issuing warnings. For now though, for tonight, she was going to make at
least one fantasy come true.
She grabbed her purse and began to pull her wallet out, but he stayed her hand and the contact was electric. Jolts of hunger, of need, of something she’d never felt before traveled through her body and settled in her chest, between her legs, and everywhere in the middle. He felt it,
too, because the ice blue color of his eyes darkened, taking on a smoky-blue hue.
“It’s on the house.”
His voice had deepened as well, rumbling through her. They said that fantasy was always better than real life, but she was going to have to
disagree in this instance. She just knew, some other kind of intuition maybe setting in, she didn’t know, but she just knew the reality of him was
going to be better than any fantasy she’d ever had. “What about the other drink? I still need to pay for it.”
“That one’s on the house, too.”
“Oh.” She was fresh out of stalling tactics. “Well, in that case… ”
Vinter grinned again. He couldn’t help it. He’d watched her from the moment she walked in, to the moment she sat down at the bar, to the moment he couldn’t stand it any longer and he got up to sit next
care of her. All that mattered was that he did.
He smelled of beer, of smoke, of every sinful thought she’d ever had. He asked why she would waste her time on a married man? Had she
known Business Suit was married, separated or not, she wouldn’t have wasted the last few months on him, but more than that, men like Tattoo Man
never looked at her twice. Normal, work-in-an-office men were the ones who asked her out, were the ones who called, were the ones she thought
were what she needed. They were steady, or at least that’s what she told herself, but they often ended up having more issues than she cared to hear
about. They were generally all about themselves and getting ahead. Rarely had anyone cared enough to ask her to just let them take care of her.
And yet, the one man who did ask… Damn. Her blood was like lava flowing through her veins, hot and thick just looking at him, just imagining the kinds of things he could do to her with that voice, those hands, that mouth, that long, lean body, that cock that was still hard behind
his zipper. Tattoo Man was the kind of hot-blooded bad boy she’d always fantasized about, always dreamed about, but never the kind of man she
ended up attracting.
Until now, that is.
He winked and one corner of his mouth tilted up as he sat back again. “You. Me. A bed. Naked. Fucking all thoughts of that loser right out of
your pretty head.”
He couldn’t be serious. Could he? The look in his eyes told her that yes, he was indeed very serious. Oh wow. When? Where? For how long? “I
don’t think th—”
“No,” he said, shaking his head sharply and reaching for her drink. With his eyes trained on her, he took a swallow that would have choked her
going down, but didn’t faze him at all. When he put the glass back down, half the liquid was gone. “This isn’t one of those thinking moments. This
is one of those go-for-it ‘doing’ moments. I want you to smile big and bright and I want to see tears in your eyes because you’ve come so much
… because you’ve come so hard. I want you to walk funny because you’ve been used for hours on end and want more.”
Well, damn. When put like that, how could she say no? It was simple really. She couldn’t. She might not get the happy ending with Tattoo Man,
but he was offering her a chance at getting down and dirty, having the kind of naughty sex she’d only ever dreamed about and she just couldn’t,
wouldn’t say no. She wanted to be able to say she’d had a bad boy, just once. She’d think about the consequences later. She’d have that talk with her
intuition later as well and find out why all of a sudden it decided to start issuing warnings. For now though, for tonight, she was going to make at
least one fantasy come true.
She grabbed her purse and began to pull her wallet out, but he stayed her hand and the contact was electric. Jolts of hunger, of need, of something she’d never felt before traveled through her body and settled in her chest, between her legs, and everywhere in the middle. He felt it,
too, because the ice blue color of his eyes darkened, taking on a smoky-blue hue.
“It’s on the house.”
His voice had deepened as well, rumbling through her. They said that fantasy was always better than real life, but she was going to have to
disagree in this instance. She just knew, some other kind of intuition maybe setting in, she didn’t know, but she just knew the reality of him was
going to be better than any fantasy she’d ever had. “What about the other drink? I still need to pay for it.”
“That one’s on the house, too.”
“Oh.” She was fresh out of stalling tactics. “Well, in that case… ”
Vinter grinned again. He couldn’t help it. He’d watched her from the moment she walked in, to the moment she sat down at the bar, to the moment he couldn’t stand it any longer and he got up to sit next
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