Without saying another word, Nat turned and left them.
After a pause, Jason swore. “Holy shit. Did that really happen? I came so hard up your ass, man. Haven’t had a good Domme in years. Who the hell is she?”
Rex played dumb. “No clue, but I call dibs.”
“Dream on.” Jason studied Rex’s torso with a grin. “Dude, you made a big mess. Felt good, huh?”
“What do you think?” Rex let out a sigh, his body relaxed, his mind buzzing with questions. How had Nat felt about taking on the two of them? Would she want that all the time? Could he satisfy her needs, get her commitment and still play with others under her okay?
“I think you got off being fucked,” Jason murmured and stepped closer once more. “I think maybe once wasn’t enough.”
They both glanced at Rex’s front, and sure enough, he’d become half-hard again. Not quite there, but on the road to recovery with Nat’s taste imprinted on his mind.
“I think maybe you’re right.” But Rex didn’t want anyone but Nat.
Jason ran his hand over Rex’s chest, scraping his nipples. “Your turn.”
Though he didn’t want to fuck again without Nat there, he knew he owed Jason for tonight, showing up without question because Rex had needed him.
“I guess it is.” They both liked to be bossed around, and Jason had played the dominant earlier. “Tell you what, you little slut, why don’t you get on your knees and show me why I shouldn’t beat your ass red.”
Jason nodded, his eyes bright. “Yes, Sir. Anything you want, Sir.”
While he knelt and did his best to pleasure Rex, Rex tried to stay in the moment. But fantasies of Nat intruded while a warm mouth took him high once more, and he knew that sex with her wouldn’t be enough. Not with this woman.
The next night, he picked Nat up at seven on the dot. Dressed in casual jeans and a polo shirt, he felt ready for anything. He’d given himself a few pep talks about how to deal with Ms. Wielder—not Mistress.
When she opened the door in a denim skirt and pink top, he wanted to dive in and kiss her until neither could breathe. The sultry taste of her lingered, her scent imprinted in his memory.
She wore a hint of makeup and had her hair back in her trademark ponytail. He thought her the most erotic thing on the planet and waited to see if she’d recognize him, or if she’d admit to their previous encounter.
“Hey, there, Reginald. Right on time.” The cheer, the absence of seduction, told him he had more work to do. Nat wasn’t coming clean. Yet.
He groaned. “You call me Reginald again and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Very funny. You try anything and you’ll be singing soprano.”
“I bet I would, you ball buster,” he murmured, pleased to see the sly smile on her face. “Damn, Nat. Your eyes are just shining tonight. Emerald green and lusty for my company.”
She snorted. “Lusty. Right.”
“You ready for dinner and a movie?”
“Let’s go.”
He took her back to his place, not that she knew their destination, pleased that she continued to study him. Not even being subtle about it.
“What’s wrong?”
“You look so much like this guy I met.”
And destroyed, he wanted to add. Even after his amazing climax, he’d come again with Jason, his thoughts on Nat and the fantasies that should have played out. Would play out, given time.
Apparently she’d decided to dip her toe in the water, trying to get him to open up first. Nope. Not playing that game, honey. You might command me in bed, but out of it, I’m the master.
He blinked his innocence. “Some guy you just met? Are you trying to tell me I have competition?”
“No. It’s just…” She gave him a hard look. “Do you have any cousins?”
He’d told her he was an only child. “Nope. Just me. My parents were only children too. Alas, we charming Samsons are the last of our kind. Why do you ask?”
She frowned. “I know you were… Last night… Hell. Never mind.”
She’d made the connection, but she wouldn’t admit it. Because then she’d have to own up to her part as well. Then again, she might not be sure it was him. Probably couldn’t conceive of Rex Samson being such a pervert.
“Um, Rex?” She glanced at the large building they neared with confusion. “Where’s the restaurant? Are we parking and walking downtown?”
He shook his head and parked in the garage. “Nope. Dinner’s at my place.” The upscale condominiums had been built a few years ago in the city’s old cotton mill. He had an amazing view of the river and walking access to local restaurants and downtown shops. The perfect place to entertain. And hopefully, the next step in his seduction of Natalie Wielder.
“Is this where you offer to show me your etchings?” she asked drily as she got out of the car, once again before he could assist her.
“Now, Nat. Is that any way to talk to a man with a gift for turning a simple angus steak into a gourmet feast?”
She accepted his hand on the small of her back with a tiny start but didn’t tell him to remove it.
Like before, just touching her made his whole body tighten up. Their chemistry couldn’t be denied. He’d have to work that into tonight without giving up the ghost about his club identity. Not until she admitted to having been there first.
“So what’s on the menu?” she asked as they rode the elevator to the penthouse.
“Steak, corn and my blue ribbon potato salad. And of course, peach cobbler for dessert. Made by yours truly.”
She blinked. “Really? You can cook?”
“First the surprise I’m a fun guy, then shock that I can do more than boil water. What exactly have you been hearing about me, Nat?”
She flushed. “Nothing. Well, maybe there was a little talk at the office about you being a man whore and seducing women out of their panties with a flash of that grin.”
He put a hand to his heart, trying to block the image of seducing her out of her panties. “Man whore? You wound me. I’m nothing more than a sweet old Southern boy.”
She frowned. “One who more than knows how to show a girl a good time. Lacey Anderson is a fan, by the way.”
He paused, saved from answering by the chime of the elevator. They’d reached his floor. They stepped out into his hallway that led to two units, his and his elderly neighbor’s, who was currently spending her summer in Switzerland. He had the whole floor to himself. Just him and Nat. Alone.
“So. You and Lacey?” she prodded.
Damn. “Lacey’s a great gal.” He smiled, hoping like hell Lacey hadn’t said anything bad about him. The Southern belle had been utterly vanilla. She’d bored him to tears in less than three dates, and he’d done his best to be nice as he let her down easily. His reputation as a charmer had come in handy then. Now, perhaps, not so much.
“She sings your praises if anyone asks.”
He opened the door and ushered her inside. “So, you asked?” Pleased, he watched her walk around, studying his place.
“I did. Wanted to know what kind of snake charmer I’d agreed to a second date-that-isn’t-a-date with.”
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.”
“Then why are you grinnin’, sugar?”
She laughed. “All right, I’m not sorry. You’re a little too good to be true. Loyal, rich, handsome, pleasant to be around. I wonder what skeletons shake around in your closet.” Her penetrating gaze told him she knew some of them.
Say it, Nat. Ask me about last night. “I’m just a single guy looking for true love.”
She raised a brow.
“Or true lust,” he added. “I’m not picky.”