And I’ve been down this road before.
Even if we didn’t have the problem with working at the same station and me being her boss, I’m not the kinda guy who gets to keep the girl.
I’ve tried and failed.
And yet the idea of failing with Lia makes me want to burn a building down, myself.
Maybe she’s rubbing off on me.
Maybe I’ve lost my mind.
Or maybe this is exactly what I’ve always needed.
Chapter6
Lia
When I wake up, I’m all snuggled against a huge, hairy man chest.One giant tattooed arm loops around me, his hand lightly holding my ass.My leg drapes over Blaze’s thick muscled thigh and—crap—I might have been grinding against him.
Apparently he turns me on, even in his sleep.
I inhale, breathing in his masculine scent.It’s like leather and Coke and something deliciously Blaze.
It’s hard to stop grinding.I really want this guy again.
The memory of how quickly he wanted me again last night flashes through my mind.The way he rolled me over and started kissing me, like he couldn’t stop.Like keeping his hands off me was an impossibility, even though we’d both just come.
I have to say, it was damn flattering.
I don’t have a ton of experience with men.I had a boyfriend my last year of high school, first year of junior college.Then a few hookups after that relationship cooled off and died.And that’s about it.
Nothing on Earth prepared me for sex with Blaze.
Do you even call it sex?
Or is there some other name when it involves spanking and being tied up and taken hard?
I don’t care what you call it—I loved it.
I want more.
The thing that’s confusing me, is what this all means to Blaze.
Is it only about the fetish?Is he just into someone he can spank and play daddy to?
I almost moan aloud as I realize how badly I want Blaze to daddy me.I imagine him imposing rules and enforcing them with the kind of discipline he delivered last night.
Hot.
But is that a relationship?Or just a hookup?Does he want more than this?I mean, he can’t give me more, can he?
We work together.What we’re doing is already forbidden.We knew from the start these were like stolen kisses.
We’re scratching an itch, no more.
And with that in mind, I start to slowly peel my body from his, holding my breath to keep from waking him.I shouldn’t have spent the night.
Why didn’t I get dressed and head home when it was over?I can’t believe I fell asleep!He was probably annoyed I hung around.
