“You will not force her,” she ordered her terms. “You will not threaten, torture, or coerce her into your bed. You will not touch her.” I shot out my hands, planting them on the pool table and leaning over it to look her in the eye. “And if she wants me to touch her?” “It’s good to dream big, Damon.” I almost snorted, but I couldn’t contain my smile. “God, you’re like a female version of me,” I said. “It’s turning me on.” “Makes sense. You love yourself best.” I stood upright again, brushing off my hands. She was exquisite, and if she weren’t working against me, I’d think she was brilliant.
...more
