———THERE WAS A KIND OF FACILITATION THAT CAME WITH GAMES LIKE THESE. despite his fondness towards the submissive role, the man knew when to be the cat and when to be the mouse. strong hands pressing delicate wrists to the wall adjacent the bar, he kissed the woman as if he hadn’t felt a powerful presence the moment they’d initiated conversation. he wondered if she could sense it too? sliding his thigh between her legs, he broke the kiss to press lips to her jawline.

❝ you wanna get out of here? ❞