I shake my head. “No, I like playing with my nipples first, teasing myself. And then I work my hand down between my legs where I’m ready, and then I just…circle around, you know?”

He slowly nods, wetting his lips. “Yup, I do fucking know.”

The way he’s looking at me—it’s dangerous. Very dangerous. So dangerous that I fear what it might be like when we get back to the cabin.

I pick up a card and read him the next question. “Would you prefer to be loud when having sex or quiet, as if you’re pretending that no one can hear you?”

“Loud,” he answers and then drinks. “I want everyone around me knowing that I’m fucking my girl, that she’s having a good time…and that she’s coming on my cock, because that’s how my girls come.”

Well…there you have it. He’s fulfilling my sexual fantasy with other people. Then again, I would have easily guessed that Wilder is the kind of guy who can make that happen. Just from the way he pulls on that lip ring, I can tell that he has the moves, the swagger that makes a woman lose all control when he’s inside her.

And yup…there I go, throbbing again.

I clear my throat. “That’s, uh, that’s really good to know. Happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he says and picks up another card just as a second round of drinks is dropped off at our table. “Is spanking something you’d like to try with me?”

My eyes widen from the thought.

Try with…me.

Why does that feel like an invitation?

“Uh, I don’t know. Remember, standards are low. I’d just like to orgasm at this point.”

He sets the card down, looking incredibly disgruntled.

Not wanting to dive into those feelings, I pick up a card and read it out loud. “What color underwear would you like to see me in?”

“None,” he answers without skipping a beat. “Absolutely none.”

“Oh—”

He leans in and says, “And I’d want you to tease me about it. I’d want you to be wearing a short skirt with no underwear and then come up to me in my office or while I was on the phone and bend over right in front of me. I’d want to see everything, Scottie. Fucking everything. I’d want you to torture me with the knowledge that you’re not wearing underwear, to the point that I could not do anything about it until many hours later.”

Wow.

That humid summer air is pumping.

“Um—”

“And when I did get a chance to take care of it, I’d keep you bent over, spank that fine ass of yours, and then bury myself between your legs until you’re coming…on…my…thick…long…pierced cock.”

Dear God in heaven. Is it…is it hot in here?