No Strings. Cara Lockwood

want. You can be a hundred percent honest. We probably won’t see each other again after this night.”

      “Okay...” Emma hesitated.

      “So, in that spirit, say you do sleep with me tonight.” Xavier leaned in closer.

      Emma barked a laugh and ran a nervous hand through her hair. “Aren’t you a little overconfident?”

      “Maybe,” he said, even though at this point, he thought she’d have to feel the pull between them, the magnetism that drew them together. “But, just indulge me in a little theoretical. Say we do fall into bed tonight. Say we go upstairs into this room.” He pulled out a hotel key card and laid it flat on the bar. Emma glanced at it, intrigued. Tread carefully, he told himself. “Which, by the way, is completely and totally up to you. But if we did...what’s the first thing you want me to do to you?”