Alexei’s cock threatened to tear right through his jeans and punch a hole in Zoe’s breakfast bar. She was just so damn irresistible, and from what he could tell, it was completely unintentional. His comment about taking a good spanking had first of all caused her face to drain of all color, then a few seconds later, redden. It seemed the two of them were firmly on the same page, much to his relief. Despite that, Zoe still had the look of an animal caught in headlights—maybe it was indecision and what-ifs playing on her mind?

Reminding himself that a Dominant was exactly what Zoe wanted—her calling him Sir had been confirmation enough of that—he figured the best way to move things along one way or the other was to be that Dominant.

“Zoe? Come here.”

There was a split second where he wasn’t sure if she was going to obey him or not, but as she hurried across to him, he figured it was probably nerves rather than defiance that had caused that minor delay.

Yes, the vivid image that had now popped into his head would definitely be going into his wank bank, but for now he was more than happy to stick with a relatively vanilla spanking and see how things progressed from there.

There was also the not-inconsiderable matter of the fact they hadn’t even kissed yet. Or talked, or gotten to know one another… He had to be careful that this didn’t turn into just another one-night stand—albeit a slightly kinky one with the hottest woman he’d ever had the good fortune to meet—another woman in and out of his figurative revolving door. There was no way he wanted that to happen. He and Zoe had… something. A spark, chemistry, attraction, whatever.

And he was determined to take that something and run with it.

“Guess it’s pointless at this stage pretending we haven’t been checking each other out, huh? Anyway, you never answered my question.”

“What question was that?”

“My place or yours?”

Alexei’s mind whirled as he considered the possibilities. At his place he would be in his element, have all his equipment nearby, his bondage stuff, his toys, his implements…

But on the other hand, this was incredibly early days. He was hardly about to strap Zoe to a St. Andrew’s Cross and flog her on their first date.