Page 11 of Dancing With Temptation

“I decided that I’d come and see you. It’s not the best time to be in my life, but then I doubt there’s ever really a good time. So long as we can both stay grounded, know that this is only about learning and having some fun, then I can go on with the contract.” She looked up finally, tension around the skin of her eyes and in the shadows that turned the light blue orbs into a cloudy grayish-blue.

He knew she was worried when she left the last time, so this wasn’t that much of a surprise. “I’ve had affairs before, Roxie. I have a life that leads me all over the world. I don’t have a lot of time for becoming wrapped up in a long relationship. I don’t think you have a lot to worry about.”

“That’s good to know.” She hitched the bag over her shoulder a little higher and tilted her head. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you on my doorstep like that,” Lincoln answered, stepping out of the way to let her into his home.

“Shall we sign the papers and begin then? There’s a few hours left in the day, after all.” She gave him a coy smile over her shoulder as she walked into his living room.

“There are a few, yes.” He said, checking the watch on his wrist to see that there were quite a few hours left. His blood pulsed in his veins, straight down to his groin, as he thought about what she might be able to teach him in those few hours.

“Good, I thought we’d start by practicing on you, so you know what kind of sensations come from some of those toys you have upstairs.” Her smile this time was seductive, luring him into her gaze.

“Oh?” He managed to get out through a throat that had suddenly gone…tight. Even as a teenager she’d been, somehow, innocently seductive. Now that she was grown and knew how to make a man pay attention to her and only her, well, she nearly made him forget his own name.

“Yes, just sign these, Lincoln and we can get started.” She pulled the papers out of the bag she’d put down on the floor when she took a seat on the couch. There were two copies of the contract, one for each of them. He swiftly took the pen she handed him to sign on the line where his name had been typed on both pages.

After she signed her own name Roxie put one set of papers in her bag and left the other set out for him. “Ready?”

He didn’t give two fucks about the papers at the moment, he just wanted her. He looked over the short black skirt she had on, topped with a slouchy black t-shirt, and couldn’t help but wonder what hid underneath them.

Her breasts were much larger than they’d been all those years ago, implants that had become supple over the years. They were still nice to hold in his hands, but that wasn’t what had him intrigued. Did she have on a silky black lace bra that matched her panties or did she have on nothing at all under her clothes? If he was lucky, he’d soon find out.

“I’m ready, yes.” He shook himself out of his daze and followed her up the stairs.

6

Lincoln

“Get up on the table, please.” Roxie directed him as they walked into his playroom, making Lincoln pause in the doorway.

“How do I know you aren’t going to tie me down and do terrible things to me?” He asked, only half-joking.

This wasn’t Chloe anymore, a thought he kept thinking, even now. This was a woman who was still a mystery to him and while he didn’t really think she’d do anything to harm him, she might hurt him to make a point.

“Oh, but I plan to do the most horrible...” Roxie paused, came close to him, her head tilted up to look right into his eyes, and grinned with pure satisfaction “...Terrible, awful things to you, Lincoln. Things that will make your knees shake as your brain explodes. But you’ll beg for more.”

He gulped, glanced down at her knees, down to the shiny black stilettos she wore, before going back up to her head. “But you’re not going to leave me there, are you? You will let me go?”

“That’s where trust comes in, Lincoln. Either you trust me and make this first step, or you don’t, and we call it quits. So, which will it be?” The quirk of her left eyebrow emphasized the dare in her eyes.

“I have one question.” He replied, his fears gone now that he understood this was a test to see how much he trusted her. She was a virtual stranger, but he knew, deep down the girl he used to know was still in there. He hoped.

“And what’s that?” She moved away from him a little and crossed her arms under her breasts. The soft push of her breasts against the fabric of her shirt almost distracted him, but he held on.

“Do you want me naked or no?” It was Lincoln’s turn for smugness as her face twisted into a perplexed look.

“Oh, right. Well, down to your briefs, at least.” She finally said, when it dawned on her why she might want him naked. “Or boxers, as it may be.”

“I see,” Lincoln grumbled low and deep. She might know how to use every part of her anatomy and her voice to seduce, but he wasn’t a stranger to seducing women either. The smug look came back as he undressed, he couldn’t help it. He might be the one that was about to get up on a table and dance to her tune, but he knew he could pull her in to wanting him.

“Good. Now, up here.” Roxie patted the black leather that covered the table and waited for his compliance. When he was sprawled on the table she moved up to his right side, his head facing the door, his feet facing the wall, and took his right wrist in her hand. “Ready?”

“I am, yes.” He answered, not afraid but definitely turned on. He didn’t know exactly what she had in mind, but he suspected it would be good, no matter what.

“Now, if you start to feel any anxiety at all, I want you to use the safe word, okay?” Her voice was business-like, efficient even as she moved around, closing the cuffs around his wrists before she moved down to his feet.

“Blue waffles, I got it.” He repeated their safe word, something she’d snickered about so much he’d eventually looked it up. He didn’t recommend anyone else to do the same, but as a safe word, it worked. The image immediately cooled down his libido when her cool hands touched his feet. “Go for it, Roxie.”