He finally had something to fucking offer her. He wasn’t cut out for long term. He was a fucker of a boyfriend. Hell, he hadn’t been a boyfriend since he’d groped around with Katie Reilly during his A level years. After that, it had been the Army and the SAS and then working with intelligence. Women had been comfort, nothing more.
Then he’d gotten his brother killed and nothing could comfort him. He’d finally settled down and found a little place for himself at Sanctum, but he wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend.
But he was good at getting a girl off. He was fine at knowing how and where to touch a woman so she was panting and begging for it. And he sure as bloody hell knew how to use his cock. He could teach her that her body was built for pleasure. He could give her that.
If she took him up on his offer.
Minutes ticked by, and he wondered how the fuck he was going to salvage this. And he hadn’t even planted the bugs he was supposed to plant. Ian was going to kick his ass.
Alex would have to try if she kicked him out. He couldn’t stand the thought of Alex’s hands on her. Alex would be gentle. Alex would treat her with courtesy. Alex wouldn’t have told her it was his way or the highway.
“Is this all right?”
He turned, surprised she’d been able to sneak up on him, but then his mind hadn’t been on the mission in days. His mind and his dick had been in perfect harmony, focused on her.
She stood in front of the tiny bathroom wearing a denim miniskirt and a tank top that should be illegal. Oh, it would look perfectly fine on someone else. On a woman with smaller breasts, it would look sporty. On Avery it looked lascivious, like she was just waiting for a man to rip it off her so he could suck those breasts in his mouth, getting her nipples hard, her pussy wet.
She fidgeted, trying to pull the skirt down. “I usually wear it with leggings. Well, I actually bought it yesterday. A friend told me it looked nice, but I think it’s too short.”
It was far too short, and it qualified as fet wear. He was going to have to buy Adam a beer. Smart bugger. “Let me see. Turn around.”
She bit into her bottom lip, but she turned slowly, allowing him to see the skirt from the backside.
“Stop,” he commanded. She likely would have just kept going until she’d made a complete circle, but he wanted to look at her ass. He groaned a little. Her backside was round with nice-sized hips that flared from her waist led to a truly spectacularly juicy ass.
All of his life he’d adored full-figured women. He’d denied himself for years, opting for skinny little young things because they didn’t make his mouth water like this one did. Those barely legal women had wanted one thing from him—a good time. They hadn’t moved him. They hadn’t made him want to sink inside and never leave.
“Bend over.” He wanted to see just how kind Adam had been. She hesitated. “This won’t work if you don’t obey me.”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t know that I like the word ‘obey.’”
How did he put this to her in a way she could understand? BDSM could seem weird and foreign, but it made sense to him. “Think about it as a rule. Look, do you have directions you have to follow in order to get the outcome you want? Like building a desk or something? Do you follow the directions? Do you obey the rules?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you think there aren’t rules to how sex will work? You didn’t want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn’t turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn’t you?”
She stayed where she was. “Yes. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t look like one of those girls in a magazine.”
He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn’t be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I want a woman, Avery, not some tiny freaking thing whose waistline only proves she doesn’t eat. I want a woman who can take me. I want a woman I can hold on to. So bend over because I want to see your ass. I want to look at it because I’ve been dreaming about it for days. It’s hot and round and so fucking juicy I can’t stand it. Get me hot, Avery. Show me your ass.”
It took her a moment, but she bent over, her spine curving. The skirt twisted up until he could see plainly that she had complied with his edict about the underwear. Her round, curvy ass cheeks peeked out from the ridiculously high hem of her skirt. Sweet cheeks. So fucking pretty.
“That’s beautiful, love.” Fuck, his cock was dying, and he couldn’t just do her yet. He needed to push her boundaries. He needed to make her howl, and he couldn’t do that by just shoving his cock in.
He let his fingertips find her thighs. The minute he touched her, she gasped and stood straight up.
“Did I hurt you?” He knew the answer to the question. He’d startled her because she wasn’t expecting it, but she needed to learn here and now that he would touch her any way he wanted to.
“No.” She was shivering, but it wasn’t cold in the room. The room was nice and toasty warm.
“Then bend back over. I’m only going to touch you, Avery.” He couldn’t expect her to act like a trained submissive. He had to be patient and teach her what he wanted. Later, if she reacted like this, he would place her over his knee and she would feel the flat of his hand on her ass. Fuck, his cock loved that image.
“This is weird, you know,” she said, but she was complying.
“Weird is in the eye of the beholder.” He let his hand skim along her thighs. Soft, sweet skin. “I think it’s weird how vanilla people just jump into a bed and fuck and don’t ever relish the moment, don’t talk to each other about what works and what doesn’t. So many people just expect sex to happen, but really great sex takes work, like everything in life. You have to talk to your partner. If you were working on a project with a partner, you would talk to him, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out on a little gasp. “But you make it sound like this is work. I’m having a hard time thinking about sex as a project to manage.”
He barely touched the cheeks of her ass, just a little tickle on her flesh, and her muscles clenched. “Only because you don’t take it seriously.”