The car I wouldn’t get into last night was waiting as we burst from the bar, the humid summer air hitting us in the face, a combination of city smells and sounds surrounding us.

The City That Never Slept was just gaining momentum. The clubs were opening, the hookers were starting to troll the streets looking for an early start to their night.

I climbed into the car and Gage followed.

“Leonardo’s,” he instructed before pulling me straight to him so he could devour me again. I melted in his arms, losing myself quickly and easily even though it wasn’t in my nature to be so malleable. He stared into my eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes of his boring into mine. “You came without permission,” he reminded me.

“I tried to stop,” I protested softly but he silenced me with a kiss.

I’d always thought girls who claimed they could cum from a kiss were lying but with Gage’s lips on mine…well, the possibility suddenly became much more believable.

Gage broke the kiss to school me with the patient tone of a teacher, “Everything of yours belongs to me. Even your pleasure,” he explained, adding with a slow smile, “and your pain.”

I stiffened, not quite sure what he meant. Was this the part where he tore my face off? Man, and I was having such a good time, too.

“Have you never played with pain?” he asked, his touch remaining gentle.

“Pain is not in my wheelhouse of sexual fun stuff,” I answered, wary. “Are you into that sort of thing?”

“I’m into everything,” he replied, matter-of-fact. “But watching a woman submit…denying her own orgasm until I grant her permission…well, it’s a gift that money can’t buy. I’m addicted to experiences that are more than tangible.”

I shivered at the intimacy in his tone. I could imagine. At a certain point, being able to buy whatever you wanted, probably turned into a giant bore.

“I’ll try harder next time,” I said, believing that’s what he wanted to hear but I should’ve known that Gage would see through my thinly veiled patronizing.

“Transgressions deserve punishment,” he said, removing me from his lap so he could unbutton his jeans. My mouth dropped open as I glanced furtively at the driver who was doing a good job of pretending he couldn’t see or hear what was happening behind him. Gage palmed his semi-stiff dick. “Suck my cock clean.”

My eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious, right? But I knew he was. “But the driver,” I whispered, embarrassed. I wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist. The only reason I wasn’t dying of mortification knowing that Manny had just watched me get fucked on his VIP table, was because I knew I’d never see him again and I wasn’t aware that Manny had been there when it was happening. This was completely different. The driver was literally feet away from us and he would hear and see everything.

“I didn’t ask you to suck off my driver, Pet,” Gage corrected me with mild censure. “Put your lips on my cock. Now.”

I wanted to beg for forgiveness so he wouldn’t make me but there was something so illicitly hot about being made to comply that I was already almost desperate to taste Gage in my mouth.

It was official; not only was I a whore…I was a dirty, perverted whore as well.

I took his cock into my mouth, the salty head tasting of us both. Our combined juices seasoned his skin, creating instant arousal, my panties nearly soaked as I swallowed his cock.

What the hell was happening to me? I was never this girl.

He was trimmed, not shaved. The scent of his groin, like heaven. I’d always been attracted to a man’s pheromones, the area of the inner thigh my secret weakness. He smelled of sex but still clean. The memories of being savagely fucked in a public place rushing back. Gage’s hand threaded through my hair as he fed his cock down my throat.

“Good girl,” he encouraged as I laved his shaft and cleaned him as I was told. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the task, forgetting that I was likely being watched by the driver.

His cock plumped and hardened in my mouth and I went from cleaning to blowing. I wanted him to lose control like I had.

The sexiest moan erupted from his slack mouth and his grip tightened on my scalp as I intensified my efforts. Sliding my mouth along his shaft, sucking, licking, and using my hands to grip and complement what I was doing with my mouth.

He shouted and came, flooding my throat as I swallowed with greedy gulps until he was done. I gently licked the remaining drops of salty liquid from the tip and he allowed me to rise.

A long sated sigh preceded his, “You did that on purpose,” and I laughed as he tucked his cock away. He grinned, adding, “I like a girl who can keep me on my toes.”

“How many times have you done this?” I asked, curious.

“You are the first.”

Yeah right. “I don’t believe you.”

He shrugged. “Why would I lie? I’m not ashamed nor am I trying to hide anything. When I see something I want…I go after it.”

My cheeks heated. “So…why me?”

“Why question? Isn’t it enough that I wanted you?”

A gentle rebuff. He doesn’t like to talk about himself. That was the second time he’d shied away from revealing anything truly personal. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Obviously, he had some issues and I wasn’t looking to set up house so…his reasons didn’t matter, right?

But when I had questions…I had a hard time letting them go. My mom had always called it a character flaw, not being able to mind my own business.

“Where are we going?”

“My favorite restaurant,” he answered. “Old-world Italian.”

How did he know pasta was my weakness? I wasn’t exactly dressed for a fancy Italian restaurant but just as I thought to mention this fact, we pulled around the back of the building and someone was already there, waiting for us, holding our food in to-go bags.

“You ordered ahead?”

“I like things to go as planned.”

“What happens when things don’t go to plan?” I asked.

He laughed as if that never happened.

Somehow, even though I knew it was impossible, I almost bought into the idea that Gage could control everything in his universe.

One thing was evident, Gage had planned our evening, sharing the plans with everyone but me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, the smell of our food starting to taunt my stomach. I guess wild monkey sex really had a way of ramping up the appetite but I sensed he had some sort of picnic in mind so I would just wait (I guess).

“Small talk?” I ventured when the silence started to feel awkward.

“Never really cared for it.”

“Me either.” More awkward silence ensued until I couldn’t take it any longer. “But here’s the thing, we’ve fucked and yet…here we are, staring into the darkness, awkward as all get out, you know? Maybe we could share a little about ourselves?”

Gage chuckled as if I were cute but said, “When I want to know something about you, I’ll ask. Until then, I prefer silence.”

Oh.

Well, now.

The prick has returned.