Margo sighs and her shoulders slump. “Okay. Since I really don’t have a choice in the matter, but—” she swings around and points her gaze directly at me “—I expect you to remain professional.”

I hold up my hands in surrender. “I don’t have the slightest idea of what you mean. It’s a room for Christ’s sake, Margo.”

“It’s not just any room. It’s the sex slave suite,” she whispers harshly.

My eyebrows jerk up in surprise. I was definitely not expecting this curveball. “This room is right down your twisted little path, but I swear to God if you spend the weekend tying up random women in a place that we have to share, you might not leave with your balls intact,” she fires at me.

A grin spreads across my face. Her spunk is absolutely the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time. “Margo, the only woman I plan on tying up this weekend is you.”

I know I just said I shouldn’t touch her, but I don’t think that’s going to be possible. Especially not while being reminded of sex every time I turn around in the room we’re sharing. She’s too damn sexy, and I won’t be able to resist the temptation.

Margo’s nostrils flare. “Don’t count on it, King.”

We stand there staring each other down. Both of us determined to be the one who comes out the victor this weekend.

Coleman clears his throat next to us. “Okay, then, why don’t I show you to the suite?”

I roll my shoulders and straighten my tie but never take my eyes off Margo. “Lead the way, Coleman.”

“Right away, Mr. King. This way.”

We follow behind him in silence. This woman knows how to push my buttons like no other. If I’m being honest, I like that she challenges me. I’ve never had a woman do that before, and in an odd way, it’s refreshing. She’s not like all the other fucking doormats who typically surround me and do whatever I say just because of who I am.

The moment the door opens, I can tell that this is unlike any other penthouse I’ve been in before, and that’s saying a lot considering how much I travel. The walls are deep red while masculine black leather furniture fills the space. A large stocked bar with all the top-shelf liquor one could ever desire sits near the entrance.

To the left, Coleman walks us over to one of the master suites, which is a room with three queen-sized beds pushed together complete with holograms of women writhing on the bed. This is indeed a place where sexual fantasies are meant to be explored.

We pass back through the living room area into another room that contains a padded exam table like you see at a doctor’s office, but there are steel hoops bolted to it. Obviously, this table is intended to have people tied to it. One black tiled wall has more steel hoops attached to it, and there’s a steel birdcage that’s big enough to fit an adult into that sits in the corner. Next to the cage is a large wooden ‘X’ that’s attached to the wall with loops made for tying someone to. A tall, black bookcase sits on the opposite wall. A couple of boxes that are clearly vibrators, sexual lotions, whips and every other thing you can think of to use in a fuck room fills the shelves.

“This room is another part of what makes this suite so special. It’s fully equipped and has sexual enhancers that will increase the enjoyment. Any items that you do choose to use will be discreetly added to your bill. Attached you will find the second master suite—” Coleman motions toward the bedroom, but I can no longer concentrate on what he’s saying.

All I can think about is how much I want to tie Margo to this table and explore every inch of her body. Having this man in here with us is a distraction to what I really want to know.

“Leave us,” I order Coleman.

He bows his head. “As you wish.”

As he opens the door, he instructs the bellhops to leave our luggage at the entrance before they all exit without another word.

I turn my focus back to Margo. Her wide eyes tell me that even though she won’t admit it, being alone in this room with me scares her. She feels this weird sexual connection between us too. I know she does. She just won’t give in and admit it. If we’d just fuck, I’m sure all this weird tension would disappear and we could both focus on what we actually came out here to do.

I swallow hard and then glance at the two master suite doors that are on the opposite sides of this fantasy room.

I motion from one room to the other. “Lady’s choice.”

“That’s gracious of you considering that’s not how you typically operate. By the way it looked in your office the other day, it seemed like it was all about your choices first,” she mutters as she turns away from me toward the room that we hadn’t toured yet.

Before I realize it, I’m snatching her wrist, stopping her mid-step and forcing her to look at me. “How do you know that when I’m with a woman I’m not paying for that I don’t put her first?”

She raises one eyebrow. “You’re too much of a selfish prick to put anyone’s needs before your own.”

My pulse thunders beneath my skin. “Maybe I need to change your perception of me then—show you just how giving I can be when I want to. This suite—it’s the perfect place for us to fuck and get it out of our systems. Don’t you agree? Just imagine all the ways I could make you come while I have you strapped to that table.”

I can’t deny that just being in here and seeing all the props has me picturing what it would be like to tie her up and spank her ass before feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock.