I don’t know what the fuck I’m thinking, but three weeks after the wedding, I find myself wandering into the bar in Heath’s hotel.

Returning to the scene of the crime, maybe. Isn’t that what bad people do?

Weirdly, I’m surprised to see Heath sitting at the bar. I freeze in a moment of panic as our gazes clash in the mirror. Before I can spin on my heel and make a break for it, he’s at my side.

“Georgia.”

“Heath.”

“What brings you here?”

“A cheap, tawdry fuck against the vanity in a hotel bathroom?” Fuck, I didn’t intend to be quite so sarcastic, but this man brings out the worst in me.

“Tempting, but I was thinking of a more appropriate venue to take care of our unfinished business.”

I know I’m going to regret it, but this man and his cock have been on my mind for the past three weeks, and maybe I just need to fuck him out of my system.

“Lead on.”

The elevator doors open on the eleventh floor where there are only two doors. “This is the family floor. This suite is mine,” he says as he unlocks the door on the right. “The one across the hall is for family and personal guests.”

“Do you live here, or is this just your fuck pad?”

“While I entertain here on occasion, I mostly use it to host parties, or sometimes as a crash-pad if I have late meetings onsite.”

When he closes the door behind us, my heart rate speeds up and my belly flutters.

“Enough small talk,” he says as he stalks toward me. “Let’s not act like this is going to be anything more than a spectacular hate-fuck. Consent is one hundred percent required. You tell me yes, and you’re mine to do whatever I want with and you’ll leave here in the morning satisfied.”

Jesus. I couldn’t have conjured up a more perfect fantasy. Dropping my gaze to the front of his pants, I lick my lips in anticipation.

He leads me into the living room and gestures for me to sit on the sofa. Once I’m seated, he takes the armchair opposite.

“Georgia, first I need to apologize. I was an asshole to you before, and my behavior was shameful and inexcusable. I regret crossing that line, and I’m truly sorry.”

Wow, was not expecting that. If he can own it, I can see my way clear to accepting it. “Okay.”

“That said, I’m not a gentle man. Last time—physically—that was tame for me. If we do this, I’m going to push. Hard. Make you hurt. It’ll be a good hurt, I promise…but hurt nonetheless.”

My panties are getting wet, and my pussy clenches with his words.

“Fair warning—orgasm control is non-negotiable. If we fuck, I will be the one to decide if and when you come.”

And if that didn’t make me desperate to come right there.

“Okay, you get to control my orgasms.” Hell, it’s not like I can’t go rub one out later if he denies me.

His eyes narrow and his lips turn up into a tight smile. “Trust me, you do not want to test me on this.”

I try not to squirm. The last thing I want is for him to see how this conversation is affecting me. Holy shit. I’m totally going to do this. It’s a dumb-ass move, but I’m going to do it.

“What do I get out of this?”

“Pleasure.”

“But you said you’re going to make me hurt.”

His smile turns to a feral grin. “I promise, you’ll find pleasure.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I will show up at your door every night and give you orgasms with my mouth for a month.”

I laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. No man on the planet would pay out on a bet like that.”

His expression turns serious. “If there’s one thing you should have figured out by now—I am a man of my word. If the pain I give you doesn’t contribute to the most intense orgasms of your life, I promise to pleasure you with only my mouth for a month.”

“No teeth.”

He chuckles. “No teeth.”

“No quid pro quo?”

“No, Georgia—I won’t expect anything in return.”

“Hang on a second. Earlier you said you decide if I get an orgasm.”

He smiles. “You’re sharp. I like that. Let me amend that statement slightly. I will decide when you get to orgasm and how many. However, I will only guarantee one.”

Fuck me, I know I’m going to regret asking. “What kind of hurt?”

“Nothing permanent. I promise no harm. But I want you to agree to try anything once. You’ll have a safeword. You know what that is?”

Duh. I nod, keeping my thoughts and my eye-roll to myself.

Do you have any questions, or do you have enough to make an informed decision?

“I’m good.”

“Then is it yes or no, Georgia?”

“Yes.”

In that case, what is your safeword?”

“Mercy.”

He nods. “Mercy it is. I’m trusting you to use it if you need to—I promise there will be no judgement or reprisal if you do.”

“Okay.” This isn’t my first rodeo. But have a feeling this is going to be my toughest and most rewarding.

“I don’t do blood, scat, or piss, and I only play with consenting human adults. Beyond that, do you have any hard limits, things that are an absolute no?”

“No humiliation or calling me derogatory names.”

“Can you give me some examples?”

“Moron, idiot, trash, useless, my girl.” I nearly choke on that last one and I quickly avert my gaze to raise my shield.

“Okay. What about good girl and bad girl?”

I think about that for a minute. The thought of them doesn’t make me feel shitty like ‘my girl’ does, so maybe. “I think those might be okay.”

“Alright. If you find they aren’t okay, you either safeword, if it’s really bad, or yellow if you just need me to stop calling you those. Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What about anal?”

“Not a favorite, but not a limit.” Actually, it’s a love-hate relationship. But I’m not going to own up to that.

“Any other hard limits?”

“Nothing that comes to mind.”

“Last thing. Condom or raw for oral? I’m clean, but I don’t have paperwork handy to prove it. If you’re clean, I’ll trust your word if you trust mine. The choice is yours.”

“No condom. I’m clean. And on birth control. You’re the only guy I’ve had any kind of sex with in forever. And I was tested after my last encounter.” I can feel the heat of the blush take over my face, and it’s all I can do not to slap my hands over my cheeks to hide it. Why the hell did I just admit that?

Spreading his legs, he unbuckles his belt and unfastens his pants. “Good. Then get your ass over here. I want you on your knees and sucking my cock.”

I do him one better by sliding to the floor and crawling to him on my hands and knees. The grin on his face is worth being pro-active and putting aside a little pride.

Once I’m settled between his legs, I reach for his cock and lean in, taking a long swipe of the head with the flat of my tongue.

His hand tangles in my hair and pushes my head forward. “Hands behind your back. It’s not just your pleasure I control.”

I open my throat and revel in the feeling of his cock sliding deep—this time without a condom. He pulls my head up and then pushes it down until my nose is touching his belly. I swallow against his cock, and his low groan encourages me to do it again. He pulls me off him again and allows me to catch a breath or two before thrusting his hips forward, and I swallow against him. He starts to speed up his thrusts, and it gets to the point where all I can do is open my myself to him while he uses me. He’s in complete control and I love it.

“I’m close, and I expect you to swallow.”

He pushes my head down hard, and his hips make a few short jerky thrusts before his come starts pulsing down my throat. I do my best to keep up.

When he’s done, he pulls my head off his cock. “That’s taken the edge off. Now it’s time to play.”