I’m honest about what I am. You want to screw until you can’t see straight? I’m your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don’t pass go and collect two-hundred dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average or meat on your bones, I don’t care. Blonde, brunette…white, Asian, black…Are you pink where it counts? Then you’re my type.
I’m your guy.
For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can’t bother to retain your name.
That’s the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it.
So it’s not my fault her friend loved me, but She is going to make me pay for that.
And I’m too addicted to her taste to walk away.
“Since you seem to know everything about me, tell me something.”
“Tell me my name.” She raises a brow.
I pull a hand through my hair and figure shit is going south anyway. I lean down so my mouth is right on her earlobe. “Stealth.”
She puts a hand to my chest and laughs. “What?”
“You put your tits on the counter to get the bartender’s attention. That’s stealthy so…Stealth and Heels.”
“And or in?” There’s amusement in her tone and she hasn’t pushed me away.
“So you’re admitting you have no idea what my name is?”
To my surprise she leans into me, leaving no room between us. My cock perks to attention. Her dress is a second skin. I can pretend for a moment she’s bare against me, and though I’m not a tits man, hers are full and soft—I want to lick, bite and suck them until her eyes roll back.
She tilts her head and we’re cheek to cheek. “I know what you are, Nathan. I know what you need.”
She’s speaking words, but all I can hear in her low, sultry tone is fuck me hard. And I’m an accommodating man. “Are you going to give it to me?”
What? I’m not going to say no. Or talk her out of whatever she’s planning to do.
“You torture women, you know that, right?” The huskiness in her voice is the best friction.
“Torture?” I ask.
“Mind blowing head. And then they have to somehow live the rest of their lives cold turkey or with second best. That makes you an asshole.”
“Not my fault I’m good at what I do.”
She shifts and her skin brushes my cheek again. “It is when you know damn well the woman is looking to settle down.”
“I never lie.”
“You never turn a woman away either.”
“They’re all adults.” I don’t fuck women who need help. Genuine help. Telling her that feels too much like defending my life choices. I don’t make a woman believe I can love her. That’s cruel.
She huffs. “You have every intention of destroying her world.”
Red flashes over my vision at the accusation. “And what are you going to do about it, Sugar?”
She laughs—I’m not sure if it’s at me—and I fucking feel the sound in my every bone. “You want a taste of me, Nathan?”
Dakota Gray is the author of the Filth series. She’s a longtime romance reader and she’s not ashamed to fangirl over heroes with dirty mouths, dirtier minds and a soft heart.
Gray writes the heroes you shouldn’t take home to mom, sassy heroines and sigh-worthy happily ever afters.