Page 126 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series
She shook her head. “No. I want to go there.”
Shit. This was going to turn into an argument if he didn’t take a giant step back. He’d simply have to keep her so busy doing other things that she wouldn’t have time for Velvet Chains.
Of course, that solution would only work until he left town and she was on her own next week.
“You don’t have to take me there if you don’t want to. I never intended to have a tour guide for any of this stuff. I’m fine going on my own.”
Did she really think that would make him feel better? “We’ll talk about it later.”
Amy looked determined to finish the conversation now. “Andrew?—”
“Stand up.” He’d waited all day to take her. His patience had officially run out.
Amy glanced around the room and graced him with a mischievous grin. “Kitchen again?”
The idea of stretching her out over the table once more had its merits.
“No.” He preferred taking her in the comfort of his own bed, seeing her displayed, naked on his silk sheets. The sheets were an indulgence, one that Harper gave him shit for. She’d called him a player when he’d first brought them home, despite the fact he hadn’t invited a woman back to their house in years. Amy was the first to sleep between those sheets with him.
Together they stood and Andrew grasped her hand. As they walked through the foyer, he picked up his single bag of purchases. He’d insisted on only one stop as they’d toured the city. A sex shop. They’d spent nearly an hour picking out the bagful of toys.
She laughed when he grabbed the bag and started up the stairs. “I think it’s going to be a very good night.”
“Strip,” he commanded when they entered his room.
Amy unfastened her jeans, shimmying them off. “What about you?” she asked, as he watched her without removing any clothing.
“I’ll get there. Eventually. Continue.”
Amy wasted no time removing the rest of her clothes. He loved her lack of reserve, her seductive poise. Confidence radiated from her. Andrew had never realized how sexy that trait was.
“Why do you belong to a sex club?”
He sighed. She wasn’t going to let the argument go. “When I was younger, I discovered I had a taste for BDSM.”
“Let me guess. You’re the Dom.”
Andrew laughed. “Usually. I’ll admit you’ve been giving me a run for my money.”
“Is that why you won’t take me to Velvet Chains? Because you’re worried I’ll give away the fact that you’re really a giant teddy bear.”
“Jesus. Is that what you think of me? Looks like I need to step up my game.”
She ran her hand along the bedspread. “Actually, I like it when you take control. Doesn’t that make me a submissive?”
He shook his head. “You have submissive qualities, but no, I don’t think you’ll ever truly be someone’s sub.”
She frowned. “I disagree.”
Whether Amy knew it or not, she was presenting a challenge he found impossible to resist. “When I ask for something, I expect it to be done without question or hesitation.”
“Oooh. Yes Sir.” She struck a pose he was sure she meant to be silly, but it looked far too sexy for his aching libido. No one tested his ability to go slowly like Amy.
“Amy—”
“I took off my clothes when you asked.”
“Fine. You want a demonstration? Go sit in the middle of the bed. Place your back against the headboard.”
