“You taste amazing.” He left her by the televisions and went to sit behind his desk, grabbing a tissue to clean his hand. She mentally counted to ten before she strolled to the chair, pretending like her core wasn’t still buzzing and aching from his attention.

Damn tease.

He leaned back, seemingly unfazed by what they’d just done. “You need two things from me: orgasms and anonymity. I want two things from you: exclusivity and discretion.” He made it very clear through their email exchange that if she expected discretion, she would have to provide discretion. Alexandra knew all about confidentiality, and too much was riding on the line to mess this up. She needed this, like an addict needed their next fix.

Despite her wishes, his terms were interesting. Unexpected and not unwelcome, but any first-year law student worth his salt would tell you every offer needed a counteroffer.

“If you want exclusivity from me, I want it from you as well.” There was no way she was going to promise to have no other sexual relationships while he went around having sex with everybody. Not that she had anyone knocking down the door to have sex with her, but he didn’t need to know that.

His eyebrow lifted. “You believe I would have sex with others in my club?”

“No. You made it clear several times you don’t have sex with clients. But if you expect me to not have sex with someone else then I expect the same from you.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“No.” She shook her head. They weren’t in a relationship, but she needed his agreement. This was a hard limit for her. She refused to have abstain from other sexual relationships if he was having sex with other women. “Either you agree, or there’s no deal.”

“If you expect exclusivity, I expect to see you at least three times a week.”

“That works for me,” she admitted, but the thought sent a shiver racing up her spine. In fear or excitement, she didn’t know, because it was taboo. I may have agreed, but can I really risk coming here three times a week? I’ll have to be extra vigilant to keep my presence her as quiet as possible.

“I’m crazy for doing this, but I’ll agree to it provided I’m able to purchase the Richardson property after the initial ninety days, the probationary period for new members. I’ll have my assistant email you a contract outlining our agreement, three months with the option to renew. I’ll provide you with the standard nondisclosure agreement and the membership application right now. After the paperwork is complete, you’ll visit our physician for testing before we can proceed.” She’d known about the application and the STD testing, one of the reasons she used him, but the NDA was new.

She tried not to act like he’d granted her biggest wish. Rather, attempted to play it cool by asking the one question she had after seeing the screens. “Will we be having sex in the main room of your club? I contacted you for a regular sexual partner, not to be put on display.” Plus she wanted to keep her presence here as quiet as possible. She took the papers he held out for her. He glanced at the televisions before turning back in her direction.

“I’m not going to lie. I have before, but I would never do something you aren’t comfortable doing.”

“Okay.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“However,” he added, “I would like you to be willing to step outside your comfort zone. You trust me to take care of your sexual needs, but I will push you to your limits.”

“Push my limits? I’m not into BSDM, and that’s not why I contacted you.”

“I didn’t imply you were. I will stretch your sexual limits. If it makes you feel better, even though you don’t need one, you can always pick a safe word so I’ll know when I’ve gone too far.”

“Why? I want sex. Uncomplicated sex. I don’t need whips and chains.”

“I know and I won’t use them, but you’re as jittery as a virgin at a male review. I’m trying to make you feel comfortable.”

“Green,” she replied, before she thought it through. She stared into his fathomless eyes, feeling like she may have bitten off more than she could chew when she demanded he be the one to assist her. She liked sex, who didn’t? But he seemed like he was turning this into something more. Then she remembered the countless sexual liaisons she’d had over the years, and the pile of work sitting on her desk, and reaffirmed her decision to be here.

He smiled like he knew a secret she wasn’t privy to. “Perfect. There’s nothing more to discuss tonight unless you want to go ahead and sign the paperwork I gave you. I’ll send you the agreement in the morning.”

“I never sign any paperwork without reading it.” Law school 101, and she didn’t graduate top of her class for nothing.

“I’m not surprised.” He stood behind the desk, prompting her to get up, as well. She didn’t want to leave, but there was no reason to stay. “Look over our agreement, make sure it works for you, and then get back to me within a week. If you contact me, I’ll take it as your agreement, and we’ll set up a time to get you tested so we can begin. If you don’t, we’ll just chalk it up to incompatibility.”

“Why within a week?”

He led her toward the door with his hand on the small of her back. His breath was warm as he leaned in close, kissing her neck. “Because if you want it, you’ll be back soon.”

3

What am I doing? Roman thought, watching Alexandra saunter toward the exit, the gentle sway of her hips holding him captive. He could count on one hand the number of clients he’d slept with, and most he associated with outside of the club, since it was just too messy. There was no way to maintain his professionalism if he was sleeping with the women who came in. And he needed to maintain his professionalism or else people lost respect for Club Valentine.

His original goal had been to offer her one of his other guys more suitable to her needs, but one look at her and there was no way he would be giving her to someone else. Her clothing had clung to her soft curves, her breasts had been more than a handful, her legs had gone on for days, and eyes like whiskey that would warm someone on a cold day. There was no way to stand close to her and not touch, so he hadn’t been able to resist the taste he gave himself.

She’ll be back. He wasn’t worried, because he read the desire in her eyes. They were sexually compatible. He’d have to make arrangements for his private room to be readied, because it looked like he was taking a new lover. Women weren’t in short supply and Roman had his pick, but he’d been so busy he’d neglected his sex life as of late. Which was funny if you thought about it because he was surrounded by sex and hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.

He’d been too busy trying to acquire the damn property she’d dangled in front of his face like a carrot. If she understood why he’d inquired about the property, she may not be so quick to give him access, because it was purely for revenge. He wanted to level the damn house and any horrible memories it may still contain. It finally seemed within his sights. He’d known exactly who she was when she’d come in. Particularly the identification of her father. He never would have assumed Marcus Kane’s daughter would beg him for anything, but there she was. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.

“Come in,” he called to whoever was knocking on the door, surprised when Gina Howell slinked into the room. There wasn’t a platinum-blonde hair out of place, and if she breathed wrong in her skintight black dress, her nipples would have popped out. Her ruby red lips smiled, thinking she had him. His cock stirred, remembering a time when she’d sucked him dry. The girl was better than a Hoover, but he wasn’t in the mood for her then, or ever again for that matter. He didn’t do relationships, and she’d tried a couple of blowjobs as an audition for the job, thinking she would pass with flying colors. No pussy was that amazing unless it was dipped in gold, hers included, but she kept trying.