Plaything: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 4 by Natasha Moore Read Free Book Online Page A

any relationship I was in.”
    He relaxed his grip and began to stroke her hair again. “For any relationship to work there must be give and take. We’ll talk about everything. Of course I want to know what you enjoy. We’ll try new things together. We’ll learn more about each other and discover what we need from each other. Isn’t that what dating is all about?”
    She couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading across her face. Could this really work? “You really want to take me out on a date?”
    He slid his hand around to cup the back of her neck. “Unless you already have a boyfriend who pleases you in every other way.”
    “No. No boyfriend.”
    “Good.” He pulled her forward and kissed her hard and deep, possessive even, but it felt good. It felt as if this was the way she was supposed to be kissed. The shivers of desire burst through her body again. “Then perhaps I could take you out for dinner this weekend and we can see where this all leads us.”
    Her sex throbbed with anticipation already. “I’d like that very much.”
    “Good,” he said again. He tweaked her nipples roughly through her top. The sparks started shooting off again. She was already craving the wild sensations he brought out in her. How could she have ever thought she could walk away?
    “What if I told you I want you to wear a very short skirt?” He dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed. “And no underwear.”
    His words didn’t frighten her now. Neither did his hands. They excited her. No more boring dates. No more relying on her vibrator to be the answer to her dreams. It was time to admit to herself that this was something she needed as much as breathing. “It sounds like the start of an interesting evening.”
    “I’m pleased you think so.” His gaze caressed her face then he tilted his head to the side and smiled at her roguishly.
    “What?” she asked.
    “I like the way you look, fully dressed with that black leather collar around your neck.”
    She gasped. She’d forgotten about it. She swallowed and noticed its comforting pressure again. How quickly she’d gotten used to it. He traced his finger along the edge before he unbuckled it and removed it. “Perhaps you’ll wear another one soon.”
    She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s not something I can promise on a permanent basis, but it is handy to hang a leash from.”
    Paolo laughed and her face grew warm. She couldn’t believe she said that out loud. “You are such a delightful surprise. I am so glad you called.”
    “Me too.”
    “You have a lot to think about,” he said. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
    She was sorry to be leaving him, but her mind was whirling. How much her life had changed tonight.
    They walked down the long hall together, hand in hand, and entered the waiting room where she had paced so nervously not that long ago. Julianne once again noticed the dramatic artwork hanging on the walls. She turned to Paolo.
    “These are originals, aren’t they?”
    “Yes. Do you like them?”
    “I love them. Do you know how I can contact the artist? In my business, I often have clients looking for amazing artwork like this.”
    Paolo lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. “You are speaking to the artist now.”
    “Oh! That’s right. You said you painted. I had no idea. These are wonderful.”
    “Thank you. It is something I do when the spirit moves me. I often paint all night long, from closing time here at the club until the sun rises in the morning.”
    “Really? Aren’t you exhausted?”
    “Sometimes the process of creating is exhilarating. Sometimes it is an excuse to avoid a lonely bed.” He squeezed her hand and winked. “I think perhaps I may not have that problem much longer.”
    Julianne chuckled lightly. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” She cleared her throat. “I wonder if I could talk with you sometime about commissioning some artwork occasionally.”
    His smile was heartwarming. Body