“Can you be specific about these ‘needs’ of yours?” Her gaze searched his. “Or will you surprise me with ropes like Ronin did to Amery?”

His lips curled up in a half smile. “Did Amery tell you about Ronin’s rope mastery?”

No, but you just did. “Or maybe you’ll take me to Twisted?”

“Where’d you hear about Twisted?”

“From you and Knox.” She paused, waiting for a reaction from him. Getting none, she continued. “What is it?”

“A private club that caters to like-minded individuals.”

“Are you a member?”

“Not my scene.” He smirked. “Literally.”

“What is your scene?”

Warm lips brushed her ear. “My scene is you, babe.” The hand on her lower back glided down to her ass. “Ask me what I want tonight.”

His deep, rough voice sent an electric zap straight to her core. “What do you want from me tonight, Deacon?”

“To watch you.”

“Watch me what?” she managed.

“Watch you get yourself off.”

Molly’s entire body flushed with heat.

“If you don’t wanna do this, tell me no.”

But she knew if she told him no . . . he’d leave and never come back. This would be over with him before it even started.

That thought caused her more distress than the idea of masturbating for him. She blurted out, “I’ve never done that particular act of self-love in mixed company.”

A rumble of approval vibrated against her neck. “Good. Then it’ll belong only to me.”

“Tell me what you want—exactly how you want it.”

“What I want,” he whispered, “is to watch you come.”

“Where will you be?”

“In the chair, waiting for the show to start.” Deacon disappeared into the shadows.

Ask if he plans on joining you in your bed after you get off. Ask if he’ll be jerking off while he watches you. Ask why this turns him on.

Duh. It turns him on because he’s a voyeur. The guy has a VIP pass to the hottest strip club in town.

When she didn’t move, he said, “Go out and come back in.”

In the kitchen, Molly poured three fingers of Rumple Minze into a juice glass and downed it.

Immediately the liquor warmed her. Not that she needed it; her body was already hot. But she welcomed the buzz.

You can do this and make it the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

After grabbing her e-reader and her phone, she wandered to her bedroom, putting an extra sway in her hips.

She clicked on the fringed lamp on the nightstand. Torn between rummaging through her drawer for a nightgown, or bucking up and baring all . . . she chose the latter. It’d be easier if Deacon saw how she looked naked when she couldn’t read his expression. Even though she’d transformed her body, she still had a hard time not hiding it.

Molly unbuttoned her blouse, facing the chair in the corner, although she didn’t look that direction. No reason for a peekaboo tease when she removed her bra. When she cupped her breasts, her fingers caressing the swells and then the hardened tips of her nipples, she swore she heard a sharp intake of breath.

She ditched her capris and her underwear. Now what?

Deacon wants you. He said he’s wanted you for a long time. Make him want you more. Be the siren, vixen, temptress you’ve always dreamed of being.

Naked, she lifted her arms above her head, swaying from side to side in a delicious stretch. She tilted her neck so her hair spilled down her back and brushed her skin, letting herself enjoy the sensation.

Then, buoyed by the laser-hot stare she felt coming from the corner, she perched on the edge of the mattress, resting her heels on the bed frame. That allowed her to spread her knees wide, giving Deacon a peek at her pussy.

A low rumble drifted to her from the corner.

Molly grabbed the bottle of lotion from the nightstand and squirted a thick dollop into her hand. She thoroughly coated her arms in long, sensuous sweeps. Finished with that, she rubbed lotion on her breasts, making sure she got some on the sides and the under swell, by squeezing the mounds together, and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Again she let her head fall back. She loved breast play. She couldn’t wait until Deacon put those big mitts of his on these. With the way he constantly stared at her tits, she knew he liked what he saw.

Pretending it was just another Saturday night alone with BOB—her battery-operated boyfriend—Molly stretched out on the side of the bed that gave Deacon the best view. She powered on her e-reader and scrolled to her favorite erotic book, which always got her hot and wet enough to get off.