When it’s my turn to ask another question, I tilt my head, thinking about it. Hannah smirks and laughs. Her cheeks are slightly rosy, but I can’t tell how much of that is from the whiskey, the conversation, or some combination of both. Either way, it looks beautiful on her. That natural flush brings out the blue and green in her eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light.

“What is it?” she says curiously, still grinning. “Just ask.”

“Well, I just keep thinking about how you and I met,” I say then lean forward with deliberate slowness, keeping my voice down. She licks her lips and leans closer to meet me, bringing her face near enough that I can catalogue every little detail of her features. “You know, at a kink club. Is that something you’re into or that you want to explore more?”

The blush on her face turns bright red and she falls back against the back of the booth. Her tongue darts out to wet her lip, but she doesn’t answer the question, so I decide to switch it up.

“Okay. Why don’t you tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies instead?” I hold her gaze steadily, noticing the way her pupils dilate a bit in response to my words.

Somehow, her cheeks have turned even redder. Judging from the way she squirms in her seat, I can tell these questions are doing something to her—and knowing the effect I’m having on her makes heat flood my veins.

I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward. “Come on, hummingbird. You can tell me.”

My voice is gentle, but I can’t hide the rasp in it.

Hannah casts a nervous glance around the bar, but there’s no one in the room at the moment, not even the bartender. Still, she pushes up out of the booth slightly to check, and when she’s sure no one’s around, she lowers back down into her seat and gives me a look that’s somewhere between embarrassed and turned on.

“I have this thing about wanting to—never mind.”

She cuts herself off with a sigh and looks away from me, clearly feeling a bit awkward. I reach out and drag the tip of my finger across the back of her hand.

“Keep going. Please. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” I trace a slow, deliberate pattern across her skin, both a reassurance and a promise.

Hannah visibly shivers, goosebumps scattering across her skin. Then she swallows and looks up to meet my gaze.

“I have this fantasy about being fucked roughly,” she whispers, and my cock instantly stirs to life in my pants. She looks like she has more she wants to say, but she bites her lip again like she’s unsure if she should, so I keep stroking her hand with my finger to encourage her.