“I’m good,” he says, so I close the door and turn to face him.

God, he looks good. He’s casually dressed in a pair of dark jeans, brown loafers, and a blue-checked button-down. His hair styled, of course, in full GQ mode, and just a hint of stubble that suggests he didn’t shave this morning.

“So why did you run?” he asks me bluntly, his face placid with only a hint of worry showing. I have a feeling this man is very good at schooling his emotions.

I certainly can’t say, Well, your red tattoo freaked me out and I thought for a brief moment you could be a rapist.

But I am a quick thinker and I go with an answer that has a tiny hint of truth in it. “I was a little overwhelmed by everything that happened between us. It was…um…intense. I panicked, I guess.”

Beck tilts his head and his brows draw inward as if that’s not quite sitting right with him. He takes a step toward me across the faded linoleum, reaches a hand out, and tucks the tips of his fingers in the waistband of my jeans. With a tiny tug, he pulls me forward so I’m just a foot away from him. His voice is low, husky…shiver-inducing. “You mean that I handed you your first orgasm from a man?”

“And multiple ones at that,” I whisper back, feeling hypnotized by the intensity of his stare.

“You shouldn’t have run. I had more to give you.” He tugs again on my waistband and I step into him close enough that my breasts brush against his lower chest.

“My bad,” I say, a wave of disappointment washing through me that I may never have that again.

Beck stares down at me and I get the feeling he wants to kiss me, but I can’t be sure. I’ve never been savvy or in tune with notions of romance and seduction. Guys want to fuck me, they usually just tell me that straight up.

With his free hand, Beck pulls something from his back pocket, then he’s raising it between our bodies, causing me to take a step back. His fingers stay lodged in my waistband, so I don’t go far. He waves a document in front of me that is stapled and folded in half lengthwise.

My eyes go from the paper to him. “What’s that?”

“A sugar agreement,” he says.

A flush of excitement causes my skin to prickle, but I’m still not sure what he means. “For who?”

“You and me,” he says somberly, and possibly with even a slight grimace. He clearly doesn’t want to do this, and yet…here he is offering it.

I step back, dislodging his hand from my jeans and cross my arms. With a skeptical cock of my brow, I state, “You’re not a Sugar Daddy.”

“That’s true.”

“And you told me unequivocally that you don’t want to devote your time or resources to just one woman.”

“Also true.”

“Then why are you here in my apartment with an agreement?” I ask in exasperation.

“Because you need a Daddy to fund your schooling and I’m feeling generous,” he says slyly, and I know that has nothing to do with why he’s standing here.

“I have someone that’s already interested in that. In fact, I plan to seal the deal this weekend,” I counter.

I truly don’t have any intentions of signing an agreement with the very rich and slightly pushy Frank Webert. That conversation was begun merely to maintain my cover as a naïve Sugar Baby on the prowl…nothing more.

And by the tight look on Beck’s face, I’m guessing he doesn’t like that at all.

“I can give you something he can’t,” Beck says confidently as he sets the agreement on my kitchen table.

“Oh yeah…what’s that?” I ask almost breathlessly, but I know damn well what he can give me.

Beck steps back into me, backs me right up against my refrigerator, and pulls my jeans open with efficient and practiced fingers. I gasp as his hand slips down my panties and his fingers drag against me slowly.

“How about I show you,” he murmurs, in an almost taunting tone.

But I don’t care.

I’m immediately gone.

I can tell by the easy glide of him against me that I’m soaking wet. I’m wondering at what point that occurred.

When he told me he can give me something no other man can?

When he showed me the agreement?

Hell…probably when he opened the door for me downstairs.

Regardless, my body reacts to Beck in a way that’s totally contrary to my entire being. Since that night when my innocence and part of my sanity was taken, I’ve never let anyone get to me the way Beck has. I’ve always been able to keep emotion separate from sex, but for whatever reason, my body just doesn’t want to behave when he’s in close proximity.

The tip of Beck’s finger circles slowly around my clit and he places a hand on the refrigerator next to my head. Tilting his own, he leans in and presses his lips to my jaw. Slides over and whispers in my ear, “How fast are you going to come for me, Sela?”

I moan in response, my blood racing, and my heart about ready to leap out of my chest.

“I’m betting pretty fast,” he says with a husky laugh. “Just look at the way your hips are moving…trying to ride my finger.”

I don’t have to look. I can’t seem to stop myself.

Pressure builds, there’s that telltale tightening in my lower back, an almost frustrated cramp of pleasure between my legs, then Beck presses down on my clit, and I explode. My body pushes off the refrigerator, pressing into him hard while my head falls back. A long moan tears free of my throat, and I realize my fingers are dug deep into his biceps. I’m not even sure when that happened, but I have to consciously flex my fingers to let him go.

As I open bleary eyes, I see him looking down at me in triumph. He pulls his hands from my pants, sticks his finger in his mouth, and sucks it with relish. “Delicious,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Damn, you’re really good,” I say as I suck oxygen back into my lungs.

“So sign the agreement,” he says nonchalantly. “I’ll do that to you quite frequently.”

“And what’s in it for you?” I ask suspiciously, because I can’t believe he’s gone from adamant bachelor to offering a commitment.

And yes…a sugarship is a commitment…at least monetarily.

Beck steps away from me and I use the opportunity to fasten my jeans. He turns, grabs the agreement, and hands it to me. “I’m fascinated by you,” he tells me bluntly. “There’s an innocence about you. The fact that I can give you something that no other man has…well, let’s just say that does nice things to my ego.”