Page 81 of Dangerous Mission

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just wondering…”

She doesn’t move. I brace my hands on the doorframe, a rush of blood racing down to my pelvis from the proximity of the bed.

“Wondering what?”

“What kind of sex you have.”

I force myself to swallow my growl. “Don’t go there, Aria.”

“I want to know.”

Sealing my front against her back, I let my mouth dip to her ear. “I pay for it.”

She flinches, but she doesn’t say anything.

“That what you wanted to hear?”

“No,” she replies huskily. “I wanted to know what kind of sex you have if you don’t like to be touched.”

“The kind where I’m the one touching.”

She trembles against me, making my body ache. “And you pay for sex, like prostitutes?”

I should keep my damned mouth shut, but I lean closer to her ear. “No.”

“Explain.”

“Is that one of your favorite words?”

Quickly, she chuffs. “With you it is.”

I trail my nose along her ear and against the sweet spot on her neck that I’m dying to bite. “I pay to be a member of exclusive, high-end sex clubs.”

“What’s that?”

I chuckle darkly as my cock lengthens. Fuck, this is a dangerous game. “It’s a place where consenting adults can have safe sex with people that will agree to their proclivities.”

“Are you a Dom?”

“Are you a sub?”

She shakes her head, making her long braided hair dance over her shoulder, causing my hand to tingle with the need to fist it.

Quietly, she says, “I don’t even know what that really is.”

I could teach her.

“Sometimes, I play the part.”

“What do the women do?”

Breaking my vow not to put my hands on her, I trail a finger along her neck, brushing a stray, curling tendril aside. “They come.”

Exhaling shakily, she shivers under my touch, making my pulse stall then race.

The thin ice below my feet is cracking at record speed.