"What do you want?" I murmur.

His eyes wander over to mine. “I want what all men want when they spend a cool mil for a virgin.”

Oh god. It’s happening tonight. I didn’t even have time to prepare. I’m still tender from my waxing. I wonder if he’ll give me an extra day or two if I tell him.

“I want a cold beer and to watch the sports highlights,” he finishes.

All the air rushes from my lungs in a whoosh. “That’s all?”

Still watching my reaction, he lifts one dark brow. “Honestly, I’d love a blowjob, but considering the mistrust in your eyes, I’m not sure having your teeth that near my dick would be the wisest decision.”

“I wouldn’t…”

“You wouldn’t what? Blow me? That’s part of the agreement, sweetness, and if you tell me you don’t like sucking cock, we’re going to have a problem.”

“No, I meant I wouldn’t bite you.” I’m not a violent person.

He smiles at me, his full lips parting to reveal straight white teeth.

Apparently that news has made him happy. He looks friendly and relaxed when he smiles at me like that – someone I’d meet out at a bar and flirt with. I’d let him buy me a drink and fantasize about kissing those soft lips as we spoke. Blinking several times, I realize I’ve been watching him for too long.

His smile fades and his hands go to his belt buckle, unlatching the silver clasp with a click and sliding it free. Seeing the thick leather belt in his hands makes me nervous. I don’t know his sexual tastes – will he want to restrain and whip me? But he drops the belt to the floor and pops open the button on his pants, then slides down the zipper, all while keeping those intense hazel eyes on mine.

My heart hammers in my chest. Holy shit. This was really going to happen. I was going to give a blowjob to a complete stranger.

“On your knees.” His voice is rough and filled with an edge of desire.

With my pulse thrumming wildly at the base of my throat, my body obeys his command, moving from the couch to the floor to kneel between his feet. Having removed his shoes, I notice his feet are long and narrow and encased in black silk socks.

Pushing his dress pants down his hips, his hand disappears under the fabric of his black boxer briefs. His dark eyes hold mine while he strokes the growing budge, as he seems to wordlessly inquire if this is okay.

What choice do I have? I can’t have him returning me. I give him an imperceptible nod. And god, the truth is, I’m curious. What is wrong with me that I want to know if his cock is a glorious as the rest of him?

Placing one palm against my cheek, he guides me closer and bends his head to mine, letting our lips touch just briefly. The gesture is unexpectedly tender. I draw a shuddering breath and part my lips, wetting them with my tongue and he presses forward again, tasting the moisture I’ve left on my bottom lip. His lips are soft and generous, and he pulls my bottom lip slightly into his mouth and sucks gently before sliding his tongue against mine. His kiss is cautious and slow, like he’s testing me – checking for my reaction. I remain still, letting him explore, and carefully return his kiss, my tongue reaching out to lick against his.