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"What I'm suggesting, Mr. Carlson, is an eight-hour vortex where I carry you into my hotel room and make love to you until the sun comes up."

He stops moving his hand, keeping it nestled under the crook of my elbow. "Eight hours, huh? That's a big call."

"That's not the only thing that's big."

His eyes widen a fraction, but he quickly neutralizes his surprise. He starts tracing a circle just above my wrist with his forefinger. "You know, in all of my very thorough research on you, there was one question I wasn't able to find an answer for."

"And what question might that be?"

His eyes swing up to meet mine. "Do you top or bottom?"

"What would you like?"

"Is that your way of telling me you're vers?"

"It's my way of telling you I'm putting your needs first." Desperate to touch him, I reach out and trace my fingers along the column of his neck. He lets out the tiniest whimper. "What would you like, Decker? Do you want to fuck me, or would you like me to fuck you?"

The ridge of his cheek quivers ever so slightly. "Option B," he breathes. "Please."

If that's what Decker wants, then that's what Decker is going to get.

10

Decker

I'm lying in Rocky's bed, totally naked.

After I chose my preferred option, Rocky lifted me up, I encircled my legs round his waist, and we made out. It was hot, passionate, slightly sloppy, and a perfect starter for what lies ahead.

He carried me through the suite and into his bedroom where he placed me down on the bed, turned on the side lamps, and resumed kissing me. Because of his size, I kept expecting him to be rough or maybe even a little overpowering.

I was wrong on both counts.

Rocky does kiss forcefully, but there's a tenderness and gracefulness to his movements, a certain kind of craftsmanship in the way he explores the inside of my mouth with his tongue, and how he keeps his hands on me at all times, making his presence felt.

It's clear he knows what he's doing, but he's also learning me, what makes me moan, what elicits a physical response from my body. That care and attention to detail is sexy as fuck.

I'm putting your needs first.

When has a man ever said that to me? Never. The answer is never.

Until tonight.

"How do you want to do this?" he asks as he strips off.

I don't miss that he left getting undressed to last, and I'm also acutely aware he was exposed and humiliated in a very personal way, on a very public stage. If I still had my clothes on, I might know how to reassure him, to quell any nerves he may be feeling about getting naked in front of another person.

But me sprawled on his bed, waiting to get fucked, isn't a situation covered in the PR manager handbook.

I wave him over. "Just come over here, and we'll figure it out."

"Okay."

He bends over to get out of his jeans, and when he straightens, the sight of him in nothing but white Calvins is truly breathtaking.

I've seen a ton of footage of him at posedowns, so I know what his body looks like. But that was all it was—a body. Now that I've learned more about him, now that we've spent some quality time together, he's not just a body anymore.

I climb off the bed and saunter over to him, loving the way his eyes rove up and down me like he's a lion and I'm his prey.