“Park my friend’s car for me. Okay, Armando?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks.” Sam pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to the guy. “She’ll collect it in the morning.”
“Actually, I’ll collect it tonight—” I started, but Sam shook his head.
“No, you won’t.” We then headed towards the elevator, and Sam stared at me. “You’re too pretty to be this obnoxious, Shelby.”
“Oh yeah, and you’re too handsome to be this arrogant.”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “I wouldn’t consider myself arrogant. Or do you really consider me arrogant?”
“I just called you arrogant, didn’t I?”
“I like to think of myself as an alpha male. I take charge, and I find that women like it.”
“Oh, yeah?” I said as the elevator moved up. “What women like it?”
“I don’t think you want to know.”
“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. But he was right. I didn’t really want to hear about his sexual exploits.
“You know there have been other women.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I shrugged. “There have been other men for me too.”
“Yeah, but no man has satisfied you like I have.”
“Well, has any woman satisfied you as I have?”
“Hmm,” he said as he pressed lips together. “I don’t know if you want to know the answer to that.” It was my turn to look at him through narrowed eyes.
“Really?” I pushed him back into the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me back.
“I’m showing you that you’re not the only one who can be assertive, Sam.”
I pressed my body into his and leaned forward and kissed him. He growled against my lips and then wrapped his arms around my waist, his hand squeezing my ass as he pushed me into him. I felt his hard erection against my stomach, and I moaned against his lips. His hand slipped up the side of my body and caressed the side of my breast.
“I can’t wait to get you inside my place,” he said.
“Oh, yeah. Why?” I said, tugging on his lower lip.
“You know why.” He pulled my hair slightly, and I yelped.
“That hurt!”
“Get used to it,” he growled. “Tonight will be a night of pleasure and pain.”
“Maybe I only like pleasure,” I said, pouting at him.
“Haven’t you read Fifty Shades of Grey?
“What are you talking about?”
“I thought every woman of your generation has read Fifty Shades of Grey.”
“I mean, maybe I read it. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, I feel like women who’ve read Fifty Shades of Grey are more interested in seeing other sides of sex.”
“Other sides of sex?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I mean most guys, they know missionary. They know girl on top. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get some doggy style or some reverse cowgirl.”
“Yeah, and what’s wrong with that?”
“Have you ever been spanked? Have you ever…” He paused as he stared at my wide eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t continue.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” I said, breathing heavily.
“Why?”
“Are you telling me you’re a dom, Sam?”
He burst out laughing. “Just because I’m sexually adventurous doesn’t mean I’m a dom. I am not looking for you to be my sub, Shelby. I’m looking for you to fully enjoy and immerse yourself in all the pleasures that come with being my sexual…” He paused, licking his lips.
“Your sexual what?”
“My sexual partner,” he said and kissed me again, hard. The elevator stopped and he dragged me out. “Come on, let’s go back into my place.”
“So now I’m your sexual partner?”
“I think we’ve already established that, right?”
“But what are the rules?” I said. “What can we and can’t we do? How long is this going to last? How—”
“You ask too many questions, Shelby. That’s your first problem.”
“What do you mean, that’s my first problem?”
“Don’t ask questions. Just go with the flow. I mean, we’ve already come this far. We might as well enjoy it.”
“So now you’re not worried about my parents?”
“I’m fucking terrified that your parents will find out. Your dad would blow my brains out if he knew I was fucking you.” He groaned and closed his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“What do you mean you don’t know what you’re doing? You just said you’re about to fuck me. And I’m hoping that it’s going to be in a position that’s not missionary or me on top,” I said with a grin.
“Oh, yeah? So you don’t want it boring, huh?”
“I don’t want it vanilla,” I said, winking at him.
“Ah, so you know some of the terms.”
“I know enough,” I said. “I’m waiting for you to show me a good time.”
“Well, follow me,” he said as he moved me along the corridor.
“Where are we going?” I frowned as we passed his bedroom.
“We’re going to the bathroom,” he said.
“The bathroom?” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that I need to shower?”
“No,” he said. “You don’t need to shower, but perhaps we do.”
“We need to shower? Really?”
“You’ll see.” He winked. He opened the door and I followed him inside. The bathroom was gorgeous, all white marble with a huge tub. The shower was separate and it had a wide bench and a raindrop spout. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
He took off his shirt and then started unbuckling his pants. I licked my lips eagerly, and then pulled off my top and my skirt. He growled as he stared at me there with my bra and panties.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said as he stepped over towards me.
With one fell swoop, his hands were behind my back, undoing my bra. It fell to the ground, and I felt his fingers brush against my nipples before he leaned forward and kissed me on the shoulder. “Fucking sexy as hell,” he said as he kissed down between my breasts towards my belly button. And then his teeth grabbed the top of my panties, and he pulled them all the way down my legs. He looked up at me, his eyes glittering.
“Step out of them,” he said. I did as he asked, and he grinned as he stood back up. I watched as he pulled his pants down quickly and then his boxers. His cock sprang to life and I gasped. It was ginormous, ready and waiting for me. “Like what you see?” he asked.
I didn’t even know what to say in answer to that. I absolutely loved what I saw. He winked at me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the shower. “Now, I’m going to show you something I swear you’ve never seen before.”
“And what’s that?” I said.
“Sex in the shower.”