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stomach stops doing flips. At least I wasn’t his second choice for the night.
    I open my mouth to ask him a follow-up question, but he speaks up first. “Now that I answered a couple real questions, time for you to answer mine.”
    I take another swallow of the wine, hoping it’ll slow down the pounding in my chest. “Alright. I guess that’s fair.”
    “Who’s your keeper?” he asks.
    My mouth gapes open at the question. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    He smiles. “Exactly what I asked. You’re a kept pet. Who’s holding your leash?”
    “Do you not realize how rude that question is?” I push my glass of wine away.
    “One thing you’ll get to know about me is that I don’t like to beat around the bush.” He takes the bottle of wine and refills my glass before pushing it by the base back to me. “You were being watched at Hush, and there was a man following you on your way to meet me. It’s not much of a leap to assume you’re someone’s girl.”
    I cross my arms over my chest. I'm feeling defensive, and I don't like it. He reaches out and takes one of my hands in his. “A girl like you should belong to someone worthy.” He brings my hand to his mouth and presses his lips against my fingers. His kiss sends a jolt of energy coursing through my body. “I want to put my collar around your neck. Make you my pet.”
    “And what makes you think I want to be your pet?” My voice is thick with sarcasm, but my body loves everything he's saying.
    “How long has it been since you’ve had a proper fuck?” he asks.
    I yank my hand back from his. “Is this really how you sweet-talk girls you want to sleep with?”
    “There’s nothing sweet about the way I talk, princess.” That word makes me jolt upright in my seat. “I asked you two simple questions, and you haven’t given me an answer to either,” he says.
    “Fine. I haven’t had sex in over a year.” I keep my voice low, afraid that even the elderly couple will feel bad for me.
    “I didn’t ask how long it’s been since you had sex.” That arrogant smirk returns to his face. “I asked you how long it’s been since you had a proper fuck.”
    He takes my hand again and gives it another kiss, making my heart pound in my chest. “How long has it been since you were fucked so good you didn’t care who heard you scream?”
    He turns my hand over and kisses the inside of my wrist. I can feel my pulse racing against his soft lips. “How long has it been since you were with a man who made you beg to stick his cock in your pussy?”
    I shift in my seat and slowly cross my legs. I can feel my honey starting to drip between my lips. I should be getting up to leave. I’ve never been willing to let myself be treated like this by anyone. But why do I feel like I’m rooted to my seat?
    He kisses his way up the inside of my arm. “How long has it been since you were with a man who wasn’t afraid to ask you for what he wants?”
    “And what do you want from me?” My voice comes out hoarse with desire. I can see the look of victory on his face. He knows he has me.
    “I told you when we first met in Hush.” He kisses the inside of my elbow. I breath in deeply, savoring the feeling of his lips on my skin. “I know you remember.”
    He puts his hand lightly on my knee and his fingers slowly travel up my thigh.
    “Tell me what I said to you,” he prompts.
    His touch is like fire on my skin. I part my legs and he takes the invitation to stroke my inner thigh until his fingers just graze the hem of my romper.
    “You said you were going to fuck me.” My voice is barely a whisper.
    His fingers slip past my hem and brush against the edge of my panties. I shudder as I look up into his hungry eyes and lean against his strong arm.
    His thumb brushes across the fabric between my legs and I involuntarily lift my hips to better feel his touch, but he pulls back, teasing me. “Tell me what I said. All of it.”
    I cast a furtive glance at the