True to my word, I take Brooke straight to my clawfoot tub and draw her a warm bath. I don’t do relationships, but it doesn’t mean I don’t take pride in the experience I provide. I want it to be memorable, and to ruin her for every other man.

“Holy crap.” Her eyes widen, taking in her reflection in the mirror as she stands at the sink.

As the tub fills, I come up behind her and squeeze her shoulders.

“I look like a dirty hooker.” She frowns, twisting her hair up on her head.

“You fuck like one too.” I grin.

“Oh my God. I feel like—”

“Not yourself?”

“It’s like a dream.”

“Most women’s dream.”

“Jesus.” She narrows her eyes at me. “You may be the cockiest bastard on the planet.”

I shrug. “You like it.”

“Not usually.”

“Really?” I slide up behind her. “I could probably get you off, just whispering dirty shit in your ear.”

Undoing the back of her dress, I slide it down her form, taking in every inch of skin. There’s three freckles shaped like a triangle on her left shoulder and I can’t resist kissing each one.

“Could not.”

Her slinky dress pools at her feet and she steps out of it. I unhook her bra and toss it on the dress.

“You keep up this attitude.” I shove her down on the counter with fingers splayed across her back. “And I’ll have to spank this tight little ass of yours.”

She gasps. “Oh my God.”

She’s even more gorgeous than I imagined.

I keep her bent over for a second, pushing down with my weight. I pull both of her wrists behind her, and pin them to her lower back. It’s testing boundaries. Always the first thing I do. I want to take her as far as she’s willing, but it’s a fine line to tow.

“Have you ever had your ass spanked, Brooke?”

“N-no.” She stutters a little, but there’s excitement in her tone.

An amateur wouldn’t pick up on these little clues, and a timid guy would shy away from what he really wants. Fortunately for her, I’m neither.

I reach up with my free hand and fist her hair. Then I lean down next to her ear as my hard cock shoves up against her bare pussy. Her eyes flutter closed, and her heartbeat speeds up on her neck. Her legs start to tremble. Fuck, she’s so turned on. I can feel her hot cunt through the fabric of my pants.

I release her hair and her head nearly bangs on the counter she’s so relaxed. My hand smacks against her pussy and I squeeze.

Her whole body tenses, and she jolts back to reality.

“Tonight, this is mine. Understood?”

“Yes.” She nods her head.

I can’t help myself and swirl the tips of two fingers around her swollen clit. Her ass instinctively shoves back against my fingers. I don’t have to be knuckle-deep to know she’s clenching around nothing. That’ll change. But the build up to this next orgasm is going to be epic and it’s going to happen with my cock shoved balls-deep.

“You don’t come until I give you permission, understood?”

Her ass bucks against my hand, her slick pussy needy for attention. She’s on the edge already, and I’m going to tease that shit as long as possible.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

Her body constricts again at the sound of my words.

“Let’s go.”

I hold her hand and lead her over to the bath. She glares at me, wanting to come already as she eases into the tub.

Giving her a moment, I walk to the kitchen to retrieve the fruit I promised to feed her.

When I walk back in and pull up a seat, she’s humming to herself with her eyes closed. She hasn’t noticed my return. Either that or she’s ignoring me.

I take the moment to drink her in as she relaxes. The thought hits me that she looks a little too damn good all naked and soaped up in it. Part of me wants to join her, but that would be too intimate. I have limits. That would be a couple thing to do, and I’m not about to give her any wild ideas.

Plucking a strawberry from the bowl, I rub it over her lips. Brooke’s eyes pop open as she accepts it. Her tongue touches my fingers and I can’t help but think about her sucking me off.

I want her in every way possible, but I don’t know that one night will be enough to do everything I want to her. I want her against the wall. In my bed. From behind. Bent over the couch. I want her to sit on my face. I want her to ride me. I want to stare deep into her eyes as we come at the same time. The last sudden and unexpected thought gives me pause. My hand freezes mid-air as I am about to give her another strawberry.

“Everything okay?”

I blink. “Yeah. Spaced out for a minute. Too much champagne.”

“I know that feeling.” She grins then splashes me with the water, soaking me.

I want to be mad but when she looks at me with that playful grin on her face I can’t resist.

I shrug my shirt over the back of my head, exposing my tattooed chest. Her heated gaze rakes over my pecs as I drop my pants.

“Commando, huh?”

“Is there any other way?” I climb in the tub behind her as she scoots forward to let me in.

What are you doing? Don’t get in the tub.

I’ve never bathed with someone before. I’ve watched women I’ve slept with shower, but this feels more private—more intimate as her head lays back on my shoulder.

We stay like this for minutes. Silence stretching between us. It isn’t heavy or tense. The moment is nice, but I know I can’t keep breaking my rules.

I’ve never felt such a raw need to claim someone in my life. The primal urge takes over. She’s so soft and wet up against me. I need to be inside her, need to mark her. The thought should scare me. I barely know this chick. For all I know she could be plotting to get pregnant by a man of my wealth and status.

I trust her, though. I don’t know why but I do. She feels genuine and it’s been a long time since I’ve met someone so true to themselves. I’m in the business of liars. I tell lies for my clients every fucking day. My soul is probably tainted black for the half-truths I’ve served up in court to get rich bastards off the hook.

Brooke doesn’t seem self-conscious or afraid to hurt my feelings. She might be giving in to my devious ways, but she knows what she’s doing. She speaks her mind and does what she wants. Her actions aren’t a ploy to trap me somehow. I’ve fucked women like that many times. Hell, most are that way. Pretending to be something they’re not.

Wearing ass-padded underwear. Fake tits. Slimming wear. I like a woman who owns her body. A woman who takes pride in what she has. Brooke is toned and fit, but doesn’t seem like she’d be afraid to order a burger.

I find myself wanting to ask her to dinner just to see if I’m right.