First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) Read Free Page A

spirit that had Emma dominating the soccer field in high school and college came rushing back to her. She loved a challenge, thrived on it even. Anticipation filled her and she felt wide awake for the first time in a long while. He must have seen something in her expression because he gave her a dazzling smile, a dimple appearing in his left cheek. A man this good looking would have no problem walking into a local club and finding a Domme. They’d be fighting over him like hungry bitches over a piece of prime meat.
    Emma included.
    Damn.
    She couldn’t take him on as a client. Even though she barely knew him, she could tell he was a keeper and she couldn’t face the temptation of being around him after two years of not allowing herself to fall in love. She should end this now, before anyone got hurt.
    His voice deepened to the rumbling purr of an aroused male. “Will you at least agree to one session? Please, Mistress, give me a chance. Just one session, I’m begging you. The things I could do for you…”
    She was pretty sure she’d soaked through her yoga pants by now, as her body ached for him. Her sex contracted at the guttural tone in his voice and the idea of this man worshiping her was highly arousing. As a pro-Domme, she was used to catering to her clients and making the session all about them and their needs. It helped keep her emotions out of the equation and allowed her to slip into a role separate from her personal life. But, oh, it would be nice to have a submissive care as much about her needs as his…if not more. The temptation to see him, just once, battered at her formidable self-control.
    Without thinking, Emma said the first thing that came to her mind. “You don’t seem very submissive.”
    The devilish grin he gave her made her heart beat faster. “I don’t submit easily and I’ll never be anyone’s doormat. If you want my worship, you have to take it from me. I’m pretty sure you’ll have me trained well enough to anticipate your moods within a few sessions. I’m a quick study. In fact, I bet within a week I’ll have you at my home, spoiling you until that cute little frown line between your eyes goes away.”
    Arching her brows, Emma resisted the urge to touch the little space between them, sure he was right that her frown line was showing. Her dad called it a warning to men that she was stubborn as hell and to approach at their own risk, much like her mother and two sisters. Her poor dad had been outnumbered, and she was pretty impressed that he’d lived through having three teenage girls in the house.
    Her mind refocused on the present and she found him watching her with an intent expression. “I wish I knew what you were thinking. You’re very good at hiding your emotions.”
    Trying to rally her defenses, she gave him a stern look. “What can we do at your home that we can’t do here? It doesn’t matter where we are. I’m not having sex with you. I only have intercourse with a man that I love. While I will enjoy my time with you, I need you to be aware that this is a business relationship, not a romantic one.”
    The fine lines around his mouth tightened, but he nodded. “I understand, but if I’m to serve you in the way I need, you will have to allow me to pamper you. In order to worship you. I need to know that I’m making you happy. When I’m with a woman, I never want her to feel like there is anything she can’t ask me to do for her pleasure.”
    Every internal alarm she had was going off, warning her that this man was dangerous to her hard-won independence, but she didn’t want to stop talking with him. Worse, she kept imagining doing things with him that she never did with clients. This was hazardous. This was bad. But for once, her self-control seemed to have vanished.
    Desperate for a reason to reject him, she tilted her head and tried to give him a cool look. “Why can’t we do that here?”
    He placed his arms on the desk, the impressive bulge of his biceps