Chloe

Inky black hair, dark eyes, and a body that made me want to bite my fist came strolling through the door, and I was gone.

Woman down!

Christ on a cracker, the man was gorgeous. He was tall and thick, with more muscles than I knew what to do with. I mean, I knew what I wanted to do with them, but I wasn’t sure he’d be down for me licking all over those dips and swells. One could only dream.

Oh, my God, I’d been staring at him forever. Time to—you know—do something.

“Hey. I’m Chloe.” Without thinking, I offered him my hand. Such a ridiculous way to start what would possibly end up in a marriage, but I didn’t know what else to do and my hand was already out there. Hanging. Waiting for him to take it or not.

He took it. He took it real good.

“I am Cutlass. Many greetings.” His words came out almost on a purr, the sound going straight to my clit. How did he do that? And could he keep doing it? Like, could I have him read the phone book while I shook and twitched and basically got off on nothing but sound? That wasn’t wrong, was it?

I grinned, unable not to with him so close. With our hands clasped together. With his warmth practically blanketing me. “Many greetings to you, as well.”

Cutlass pulled me closer, leaning over my smaller body. Jesus, he was really, really tall. My breathing sped, my heart thumping hard. I hoped something else was hard or close to it. I hoped he felt the same tingle from our hands joining that I did. I hoped—

“Should we get to the eating out now?”

Record…scratch.

I jerked back, staring up at him with what had to be a surprised expression. My damn forehead hurt from the furrowing I couldn’t seem to stop. “Excuse me?”

Cutlass looked confused in an adorable sort of way, not that I was falling for it. Not at all.

“You are my Klow-ee. Yes?”

Okay, the accent was oddly intriguing even if the my rubbed me the wrong way. Normally, I’d tell him I belonged to no one, but he didn’t seem to be lording anything over me.

Or at least, I hoped that wasn’t the intention behind the my.

“I am Chloe, but I’m not really sure about being yours yet.”

That cute, confuzzled expression deepened. “You are not the female chosen for me?”

Okay, yeah. Confused for sure. “IDGA selected to introduce the two of us, but that doesn’t mean I’m all ‘let’s jump in the sack so you can…eat me out.’”

Though, really, I sort of wanted him to. Like…a lot. Cutlass looked like excellent one-night-stand material.

“Ampetheia matched us,” Cutlass said. “And you agreed to this meeting, but you don’t want to be eaten out? The agency said the eating you out was expected.”

I could barely speak. How did he make pervy and questioning so attractive? God, if my cheeks got any hotter, I’d explode. I wasn’t even going to think about how wet my panties were from his oddly dirty words. Nope, totally wasn’t thinking about it.

I pressed my thighs together, not thinking. “I…don’t know you.”

He hummed, and I damn near came from the sound. Holy shit, it really was hot in here. Needing a distraction, and to stop clinging to the man’s hand like some sort of koala in a tree, I rushed to the thermostat to turn the AC lower.

“Shit,” I hissed when the damn thing still wouldn’t work.

“What is shit?”

I spun, pressing my back to the wall. “It’s hot, but this thing is broken.”

Cutlass glanced from me to the thermostat before coming closer. He pursed his lips and squinted a little as he brought his hand to the broken hunk of plastic. His big hand. Those fingers were seriously long.

The scent of ozone struck me a moment before the whirring of a fan kicked on. A cold wind blew through the room, chilling me in the best possible way. Finally.

“Better?” Cutlass asked, staring down at me with a look in his eyes that made me want to melt.

“How’d you do that?”

He shrugged. “I fix things. Now, how about the eating you out?”

Eating you out. Yeah. My panties were wet at the thought, but come on. He’d just walked in the door, and even I wasn’t that hard up. He fixed the thermostat, too, my inner hussy reminded me. Not that I would be listening to her. I couldn’t be all naked and spread out for him so soon.

Maybe in a few hours.

“You read my letter,” Cutlass said, still sounding as if he was somehow purring those words.

I nodded, keeping my back to the wall. Wishing there was something to hold on to so I didn’t throw myself at the poor man. “Yes. I read your letter.”

“Then you know I’m interested in the eating you out and the learning you.”

Stop. Fucking. Blushing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His brow pulled down, and his lips did this sort of pursing thing that made my knees weak. “Am I…is this not the way to woo?”

“What’s a woo?”

He huffed. “The agency said I would need to woo. Am I not doing it correctly? They told me women here liked the eating out as part of the wooing.”

Yeah, they did. They really, really did. But maybe not with a complete stranger. “Look, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are—”

He grinned, and all my words died a silent death. How was he so…pretty? “My name is Cutlass.”

Surname: Too Damn Hot For Words.

I had to bite back a return smile so we could stay on course in the conversation. One distraction, and I might do something stupid. Like jump him and let him do the eating out. My vagina could be awfully demanding at times.

I backed away, forcing myself to retreat. “Okay, Cutlass. I think we need to slow down.”

“Slow?” His measured steps as he followed me weren’t what I’d had in mind, yet I couldn’t help but enjoy the view. He was a man on a mission, a hunter stalking his prey. His prey being me, and I’d never been so happy to be hunted in my life.

“Slow,” I whispered as I bumped into the desk. Trapped…and I liked it.

Cutlass sighed, his breath making my hair flutter as he nearly surrounded me. He was so close, so ridiculously overwhelming. And hot. Gloriously, unendingly hot. Fuck, what was I running from again?

“I am trying to do the wooing,” he said, his voice doing that purring thing again. “So, if no eating you out, we could do the eating you in. The agency was clear that I should feed you.”

Feed me? As in…food? Like forks and spoons and meat of the nonsexual variety? Oh, hell. Language barrier, meet humiliating innuendo.

“Is that what you meant by…eating me out?”

A head cock…of course. “Yes. What did you think I meant?”

My cheeks burned, and my ears positively tingled. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think of a single word to say in response that wouldn’t embarrass me more.

Cutlass moved closer, staring in a way that made me want to whimper. “The cow-lor rushing under your skin is attractive.”

Don’t. Jump. Him. “It’s embarrassing.”

“So, so wrong, dear Klow-ee. May I?” He held up a hand, staying an inch from my face as he asked permission. As he gave me the option to touch or not. I liked that a lot, so I nodded. Cutlass ran a single finger down my cheek in the lightest touch possible. Almost a whisper of skin on skin. I’d never known my cheek could be an erogenous zone, but it had to be because I could have sworn I felt that touch right on my clit as well.

“The flush is warm and brings added life to your skin,” Cutlass murmured, ignorant to the restraint I was showing by not attacking him like a lioness in heat. “Lovely.”

“Thank you,” I whispered as I trembled before him. He nodded, taking a single step back to give me room once more, not that I wanted him to do that.

“Let me feed you.” His demand was so soft, so quiet, there was no way I could turn him down.

“Yeah. Okay.”

That made him smile. “Eating you out or eating you in?”

Oh, hell. “Out, but here’s the thing—you can’t call it eating you out.”

“Why not? We’re eating outside of this room.”

“Yes, but eating you out has a…non-food cultural meaning.”

There was no mistaking the interest in his eyes at that statement. “What is this mee-neng?”

My cheeks burned again, hotter this time. I couldn’t have stopped that blush if I’d tried.

“More cow-lor,” Cutlass said, offering another touch of my cheek. “Whatever this eating out is, I want to speak of it often so I can see this flush on your face.”

Oh Lord, I was going to die. Implode from sexual desire, and he’d only touched my cheek. “Going out to eat. We’re going out to eat.”

He hummed. “Then what is eating you out?”

Hopefully, I’d get the chance to teach him that a little later. Speaking of which…

“I need to change into something a bit more comfortable before we go.”