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I hadn't been too concerned about his past, I couldn't exactly expect him to be a virgin. However, I wasn't sure I wanted to catch a disease either.
A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he leant on the door. “No, it's not that. We belong to a men’s club, that's all. I've seen them there.”
“Are you a Freemason?” I didn't know much about them, but I knew they were a society who had male members.
The burst of laughter that shot from him made me relax slightly.
“No, no,” he said, “I'll explain one day.” Taking my hand, he squeezed my fingers. “However, I assure you that I'm not a man-whore.”
My shoulders relaxed as I stepped through the threshold and followed him into the apartment. A huge living area opened up in front of me, the creams and golds blending nicely with the wooden furniture. Double doors were open on the right, showing me a glimpse of a king-size bed with a pale pink damask bedcover.
“Wow,” I murmured, looking over my shoulder when glass clinked.
He was standing by a drinks cabinet, pouring a golden liquid into two tumblers. Of course, he would bust out the old man's alcohol as soon as we'd come through the door. How could it be anymore cliché?
“Are you judging me?” he asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
I smiled and shook my head, turning to go and explore the rest of the apartment. It wasn't that I didn't want to be near him, I just needed a moment to assimilate. I was about to go to bed with my boss. The thought of it made me crap myself. Did I really want him to see me raw and naked?
“The bathroom is exquisite,” he called as I entered the bedroom.
Putting my head around the corner of the door, I raised my eyebrows this time. “So you have been here before.”
Waving a hand in dismissal, he sauntered over with the two drinks, handing me one as he entered the room. The huge bed was plush, the pillows covered in a fine Egyptian cotton. I only knew the material because I'd often had to choose samples for Joe's bedroom designs. I'd never been able to afford such luxury, but working with it, I knew how to spot it from a mile away.
“Are you imagining what it would be like?” He stroked the bottom of my back, smiling down at me when I looked up at him.
A zing of expectation made my nipples hard and I took the drink from him, just to distract myself. I had promised to let him take the lead, so if he wanted me to get drunk, I was down with that. Except, when I flung the drink down my throat, the burn made me cough. He put a hand on my shoulder and looked into my face, his eyes creased in concern.
“Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat, “I'm more of a prosecco type of girl.”
His lip quirked as he downed his own whiskey and took my glass from me. “Prosecco it is.”
Leaving me in the bedroom, he disappeared back into the living area to prepare more drinks. My throat still burned from where the liquid had stripped it. I had never understood why people liked to swallow fire liquid, it wasn't enjoyable. In fact it–
My thoughts paused when I opened the bathroom door. The huge tub was big enough for two, I couldn't help but admire the marble surround. The twin sinks were made of the same beautiful material and the walk-in shower was as big as my whole bathroom. I had never desired a shit-ton of money or the luxury that came with it. Instead, I just wanted to be able to create my baby nurseries and be happy with what I had in life... plus, maybe have someone who actually loved me, but that was a deep hidden secret.
“Do you want to get in?” Joe's breath fanned my neck, making the hairs reach for him.
I slowly turned to him and shook my head, not wanting to waste another moment of our time together. I'd been fantasising about the man; it was time to turn my dreams into reality.
“I don't know what this is between us,” I started, reaching for the hem of my dress, “but I'm ready to explore it.”
“No,” he barked, stilling me with just one word. “I want to undress you.”
Placing the glasses of bubbling liquid onto the side of the bath, he turned to me and gestured with his finger, telling me to go to him. I did as I was told, my knees shaking as I approached him. His face was calm, his eyelids hooded. The tight line of his lips made me question what his intentions were. It didn’t look like he wanted to devour me. Instead, the serious expression in his eyes almost singed my skin.
“Our relationship is unique,” he murmured, placing his hands on my neck and running them down my shoulders, taking all my straps with them.
The swift movement bared my shoulders, my décolletage and the swell of my breasts. He paused, his breath low and even as he stared at my revealed skin.
“Go on,” I whispered.
My breath hitched when he ripped the clothes down to my waist, exposing my breasts completely.
His gaze raked over my tits, drinking in every inch of them before his head dropped, as if he was lacking impulse control. His tongue flicked out to lap at my nipple, the soft wet feel of him sending a jolt straight to my pussy.
A gasp left me as I held his head to my chest, basking in his attention. He took my arms and pulled them away from him, moving them to rest by my sides. Frowning, I glanced down at him as he unclipped my bra at the back and pushed my clothes to the floor, revealing my plain black thong. I held my breath as he stood back and raked his gaze down my figure, pausing when he reached my lower regions.“As pretty as this is,” he said, dipping his fingers into the side of my thong and pulling it down my legs, “it has to go.”
