jeans. Dozens of images filled her mind, each more lurid than the last. Was she really here in Sin City about to spend the next three weeks getting naked with one of the sexiest men she'd ever seen?
He delved his hand into her hair holding her still until she met his eyes. "I need to know you're okay. I'm not here to do anything you don’t want to do. I’ll push you out of your comfort zone for sure but I'm here to help you bend, not break."
If anyone had shown her a snapshot of what her life would be like just a few months ago she would have called them insane. Strangely enough though, she was sure this was the right step for her. She just wasn't sure how to take it. Embarrassing herself in front of her fiancé was bad enough but being found inept by the man before her seemed somehow…unimaginable. She wasn't sure she'd survive it.
Get a grip Sarah. He's your teacher. He doesn't expect you to know anything.
"Yes, sir. I'm just a little overwhelmed. Confused. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing," she confessed.
He nodded. "That's completely normal and very easily fixed. The only fix for nerves is to get right to it." He pulled his shirt over his head, baring a heavily muscled chest.
Gulp.
Sarah didn't like to think of herself as naïve. An intelligent, independent career woman should not be intimidated by nudity. Especially since she'd already had the most intimate part of him in her mouth. After a few seconds of trying to avert her eyes, she gave up and let herself look her fill.
God, I'm so naïve.
His tanned skin looked like melted butter. A light dusting of hair covered his pecs, trailing off into the waistband of his jeans. Damn. A sexy, commanding man was standing next to her and talking about "getting right to it".
"Wait, get right to what exactly?"
He climbed on the bed and lowered himself gently on top of her, cradling her face in his hands. "Your placement test."
Then he kissed her. Suddenly her mind was a blank slate, all her thoughts, fears and worries melting under the force of his kiss. He sipped at her mouth like he was savoring it, licking into the cavern of her mouth and drawing her tongue out so he could suck on it. His fingers tugged at the edges of her blouse and she pulled back to let him tug it over her head. The rest of their clothes flew around them in a furious cloud as they yanked things off amid heated kisses. Her hands were all over him, skating over every inch of his skin until her hand brushed his cock. He suddenly stilled. When she looked up at him, his eyes burned with a strange light behind his mask.
She reached up and traced the edges of the leather. His eyes drifted closed in either ecstasy or agony, she wasn’t sure which. Then his eyes snapped open and the expression was gone.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. When she didn’t move fast enough, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She landed on her stomach. He pulled her hips back until she was on all fours. She blushed all over at the position, her pussy creaming as the cool air in the room caressed her most intimate parts. He caressed her ass until she purred, his long fingers kneading the muscles until they felt like jelly.
Then he slapped her ass.
"OUCH! WHAT ARE YOU doing?" She pulled away and glared at him over her shoulder.
Quinn grinned, amused that she could look so indignant while on all fours with her ass in the air.
He rolled her to her back. Immediately her arms flew up to cover her breasts. He pulled them down and held them at her sides. She eventually stopped struggling but wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Look at me. Look at me, Sarah."
Her chest rose from her sudden inhalation. She looked at him, fury making her eyes bright. Oh, she was furious with him but aroused too. Her nipples tightened until they pointed straight up, begging for his mouth.
All in time.
"You respond to my commands with arousal. You might have some submissive tendencies. I'm supposed to push your boundaries, remember?"
She opened her mouth