“Okay?” I ask. Is this okay? Are you okay? Are you about to grab your clothes and run? She looks me right in the eye. Her own eyes are pale green with flecks of blue, like some sort of precious gemstone. Fucking beautiful. Her lashes are thick and dark, and frame her eyes like eyeliner, even though this close to her face I can tell she’s wearing absolutely no makeup. She doesn’t need it.

“Of course,” she says. She reaches down and palms my cock, which I’m not expecting. Normally, I make a girl work to be able to touch me. Essie just takes what she wants. I guess this is my submission, too. A ragged gasp slips out of my throat. “Fuck, Essie.”

She runs her hand up and down the shaft of my hard on, pressing the ridge that runs along the underside. My hands return to her breasts. I begin to feel like a sculptor, working with clay. Her skin is so soft and supple. So goddamn responsive. I trail one hand down over her flat stomach, fingertips lightly brushing the folds of her pussy. Just as I knew she would be, she’s completely shaven. I’m never wrong about that shit. I’m about to dip my fingers lower to find her clit when she closes her legs tight, preventing me from going any further.

“You don’t want this?” I ask softly. She’s still working my cock.

“I don’t know.” She’s not telling the truth. Her breath is coming in sharp, short bursts now; I’m having a hard time believing she doesn’t know exactly what she wants. If she tells me to stop, my hands will be off her in a heartbeat and I’ll be across the other side of the motherfucking room, but until that moment, I’m going to be listening to what her body is telling me. And right now, it’s telling me it wants me to be balls deep inside it, making it shake with pleasure. I skate the tips of my fingers closer to her clit, close enough that she’ll feel that undeniable ache between her legs, but distant enough to let her know I’m also respecting her wishes. Kind of.

“Explain,” I command.

“Have you ever had a girl tell you that before? That she didn’t know if she wanted you to fuck her or not?”

“Definitely not. Usually, when I find myself in this position, we’re past any barriers that might preclude sex. You want me to back the fuck up? Is that what you’re telling me?” I tease her with my tongue, licking at her lips, until I feel her shivering.

 “I think what I’m telling you,” she says slowly, “is that I want you to make me want it.” She looks me in the eye, defiance plain as day staring out at me, and my dick throbs painfully. She must feel it as she slowly pumps my hard on. She squeezes slightly, smiling when I involuntarily thrust into her hand. Oh, she’s asking for all kinds of trouble.

 “I can make you want it,” I say. “I can make you beg for it.”

Her smile spreads even wider. She reaches her other hand down and squeezes my balls. “I don’t know about that. Maybe it’ll be the other way around. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it. That’s probably never happened to you before, has it?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. She lets go and jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my torso, her arms around my neck. She kisses me ferociously, pressing her lips against my neck, biting my shoulders, clawing at my back.

“Where the hell is your bedroom?” she asks breathlessly.

I gather her beautiful long hair in my hand and wind it around my fist, gently tugging her head back, exposing her neck. “You want me to take you there, sweetheart?”

She pulls, trying to lift her head, but I don’t let her. If she seriously wants me to stop, she’ll let me know and I will. I’m not into doing things to girls against their will. I am into pushing their boundaries, though. I get the feeling Essie’s about to push a few of mine, so it’ll be a fair trade, anyway. She glares at me, fire sparking in her eyes.

“Yes,” she says firmly. “I want you to take me there.”

I can tell it costs her a lot to say that.

“Good girl, Ess.” I pepper her face with kisses, pulling her hair a little harder so she has no choice but to tip her head back all the way. She moans. The sound is so fucking hot. Honest to god, seventeen-year-old Aidan would have come in his pants if a girl made that sound in his ear. Thankfully, thirty-year-old Aidan has his shit locked down tight.

I let go of Essie’s hair so I can grab hold of her thighs. I lift her in one fluid motion and crush her to my body, then I’m tearing through the apartment, ripping open my bedroom door so hard that it smashes into the wall. The damn thing nearly comes off its hinges.

I place her down on the edge of the bed and then I forcefully make myself stand back a couple of feet, running my hands through my hair. I want to take her. I want to be inside her. I want to feel her pussy tightening around me, throbbing as I make her come hard all over my dick.

I know I have to tread carefully with her, though. If I make one wrong move, she’s going to run out of here like a bat out of hell. She already looks like a wild animal, hands behind her, propping her up, knees drawn up, legs crossed in front of her like she’s guarding herself from me. Her shoulders are hitching up and down, her gaze steady and unblinking. She looks feral. I know she wants me, though. She’s frustrated and angry right now; anyone can see that. She’s not angry at me, though. She’s angry with herself.

“Tell me,” I say.

“Tell you what?”

“You know what.” If she’s brave, she’ll just come out and say it. She’ll tell me that my brother ran hers off the road. I have no idea what brought her to my doorstep the other day, but I know her motives are messed up. They have to be. She shouldn’t be naked in front of me right now, and I shouldn’t have allowed things to get this far, but neither one of us have backed down. I’m insanely attracted to her. It’s fucked up, but I’ve felt this way for years. One way or another, she’s obviously been pre-occupied by me, too, otherwise she wouldn’t have sought me out. The smart thing to do would be ask her to leave. Get her a cab and send her on her way. But I can’t.

It seems she’s not ready to be honest with me, either. She slowly shakes her head, her eyes shining a little too brightly. She looks like she’s about to cry. “I can’t,” she whispers.

“You should.”

 “Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Aidan,” she says, her words rushing together.

I drag my hands back through my hair, fighting with every ounce of common sense I posses. Eventually, I say, “I can not tie you up, and I can not make you do as you’re told, but I when I’m inside you, you have to let me fuck you properly, Ess. Are you ready for that? Can you let me?”

She looks at me for a long moment. She’s obviously thinking very hard. And then it’s like her whole body just relaxes. Her crossed legs drop to either side, her shoulders dropping from up around her ears. She takes a deep breath, leaning back a little. “Yes. Yes, I can.”

“Are you sure? Because the moment I suspect you don’t want this, it stops. I’m not that guy, Essie. I’m not into this if you’re not into it one hundred percent, too. I can make you feel so good. I can light your body on fire and turn you inside out, but only if you want me to.”

She sighs, her voice catching in her throat. She clears it, shooting me a daring glance. “I do. God knows I shouldn’t, but I do. I can’t seem to help myself. I—I didn’t expect this.” This seems like the first time she’s been honest with me since she walked into my office yesterday.

I don’t say anything in response. She’s practically admitting that there’s something else going on here, but it doesn’t seem all that important right now. She lets herself fall back on the bed. And then she does something that damn near blows my mind. She opens up her legs for me.

“Are you going to let me lick you, Essie?” I whisper. Women like her aren’t normally comfortable with a guy going down on them. Women who like power normally feel very vulnerable in that position. I’ve had to train a few of my past partners to be comfortable with me using my tongue on them. It takes a while sometimes for them to let go and just enjoy the ride. Well, not that long. I’m insanely good at giving head.