Riley was pretty damn sure that he’d never seen anything more erotic than Tasha’s pink tongue licking his rock-hard cock. Good God, the woman surprised him. First in the club, when her combination of open trust and radiant curiosity had almost pushed him over the edge so many times. And now this, when she’d gathered the courage to turn the tables on him in the most delicious way possible—and still managed to be submissive even in the act of taking control.

She fascinated him. Aroused him.

Hell, she amazed him.

He’d been almost certain that she was submissive by nature. Not because she was subservient in her professional life—on the contrary, he’d seen how much control and responsibility she shouldered in her job with Lyle—but because the burden of that responsibility made him believe she’d fall willingly and gracefully into a submissive role.

She was a woman who needed to let go and give herself over to pleasure in order to learn just how much power she truly had. Because God knew, she held absolute power over Riley. For that matter, he thought, she’d wielded that power for years without ever even knowing it.

So yes, under the right circumstances he could imagine her collared and leashed in a club. He’d imagined that very thing more times than he’d liked to count.

What he hadn’t expected was for his theory about her deeper nature to be proven right so quickly and dramatically, and the trust that she had lain at his feet humbled and amazed him.

And speaking of surprise…

He groaned, his eyes rolling back as she shifted position, going from licking him like a lollipop to closing her entire mouth on his cock and taking him deep. With one hand, he reached up and pressed against the roof of the car for leverage. With the other, he fisted her hair, stealing some of the control back as she worked his cock, taking him closer and closer to the edge.

“Touch yourself,” he groaned. “Come on, baby. Slide your fingers between your legs and play with that sweet pussy. I’m so damn close, and I want you to come with me.”

She made a raw, feral sound, then moved the hand that had been on the seat to give her leverage. He couldn’t see that low, but as her other hand tightened at the base of his shaft, he was certain that she’d obeyed. Her sucking became wilder, filled now with the dual need of giving and taking pleasure. And the wild, animal noises she was making had the effect of pushing him right to the edge.

He held on, trying to hold back. Wanting her to come with him, but also wanting to hover at the edge for as long as possible. But soon he had no choice, and he let himself go, keeping his eyes open as he shattered, emptying himself in her sweet, sweet mouth. Watching as she took it all, her eyes opening as he finished to reveal a wild heat and something that looked like pride.

God, he loved her. More than that, he realized, he’d always loved her.

And now, as she teetered on that precipice, too, he bent forward and unzipped her bustier, then pulled hard on the middle of the chain, tugging both clamps off her nipples.

She cried out, a throaty moan made up of pleasure and pain as the blood rushed back to her nipples even as her fingers on her clit pushed her that final distance over the edge.

Her eyes were on him, but he could tell that it wasn’t him she was seeing—it was light, stars, the expanse of the universe. And when he pulled her back up on to the seat beside him, she curled against him, and murmured only two words. “So good.”

Content, he stroked her hair, letting her doze until they turned onto her street.

“We’re here,” he said softly, smiling as she blinked up at him.

“That wasn’t fair, you know. I was supposed to be the one treating you.”

“Not fair that we treated each other?”

“I think you destroyed me,” she murmured. “In the best possible way, of course.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, making her grin.

The car pulled into the driveway and the driver killed the engine. She slid down again, her head in his lap. “Can’t we just stay here? Like maybe forever?”

He was tempted. That was damn sure. “Warm bed, baby,” he said. “And if you’re a very good girl, I’ll make you a cup of cocoa before we go to sleep.”

She tilted her head, her lips quirking as her brow lifted in mock incredulity. “Are you saying I wasn’t already a good girl?”

He laughed—oh, yeah. He absolutely adored her.

As they waited for the driver to come around, Riley looked out the window, then frowned. “Nat,” he said, his eyes on the big blob of orange fur sitting on the front porch. “I thought your cat stayed indoors.”

“What?” She sprang up, all signs of exhaustion fading. “Pumpkin!”

She practically leapt over him and had the door open even before the driver reached it. He saw her zip up her bustier and her pants as she ran, then snatch up the cat and hug it close.

Riley was only steps behind her, and when she moved onto the porch as if to push the cracked front door fully open, he called out sharply for her to wait.

Her eyes went wide as the implications of her cat being outside and the door being open finally broke through her concern for Pumpkin.

Riley’s rental car was in the drive, and he hurried to it, then retrieved the small Ruger he’d borrowed from Hunter from the glove box. He knew he couldn’t take it into the club, so he hadn’t even tried. But he was damn well keeping the thing on his person from now on.

With the gun at the ready, he returned through the door, then peered inside the house through the crack. The interior mat had been shifted onto the threshold, ensuring that the door couldn’t close properly. More important, a chalkboard topped the mat. A simple one like the kind found in craft stores.

One word was neatly printed on it in pink chalk: CHEATER