“If we’re going to do this.” She taps her chest and then mine. “You and me. We have to be honest. No more security tails without telling me. And I want to know everything you do as soon as you know it. I won’t be treated as the submissive outside the bedroom.”
That’s nearly a yes. “No more secrets.”
I take a breath. I hadn’t planned on telling her this part, but I have to keep my part of our agreement if I have any chance of a life with her. “Blake found a tracker on your car. He removed it but didn’t destroy it.”
She tenses.
I rub one hand up and down her back. “We’re going to catch this guy and stop him.”
“I hope so.” She lays her head on my chest. I keep petting her. Her warmth seeps into me, tying me to her, to this place, to our future.
If everything goes the way I think it will, my wife will be safe. There’s almost no chance anything will go wrong with all the resources we have working to stop Enzo and his goon. And once we’re settled, we can plan mini-getaways throughout the year while we run the inn together. I can probably get some consulting gigs. Once we’ve neutralized this threat, it’ll be smooth sailing for us. I smile at my vision of us together. Tilting her head up, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her with every promise and plan I have for her.
Her lips part, and I take the invitation, teasing her and tasting her. Fucking her with my tongue with gentle intention. Not like how I plan to fuck her for real. I will anchor my dick so deep inside her she’ll never want to move. I’ll paint my handprints on her flesh while I coat her insides with my cum. I’ll carry her through so many orgasms an ocean of cream flows between her thighs. After all of that, I’ll do it all again. And again, until we are moored on the bed, no longer able to move but desperate to be tangled in each other once more. I pull free of her mouth. “I want you now. God, please say yes.”
She puts a hand on my chest, and my stomach drops. She’s going to turn me down. “It could ruin what we have.”
“Nothing we’ve done so far has ruined us. If I don’t bring you pleasure, if I don’t give you what you need, you can safe word.”
“Safe word? Really?” She gives me a doubtful look.
“I’m just saying you have all the power. One word and I’ll stop. No problem. We can go back to doing scenes only at the club.” I shrug like I’m not already lying to her. As if I could actually give her up. As if I wouldn’t get on my knees and beg for a second chance. “Or not.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how these things work. Once we cross the line, we can’t undo it. There’s no rewind.”
My gut clenches. I pushed too hard, too fast. She just had her inn violated. I’m such a stupid ass. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I meet her gaze, prepared to let her go, no matter how much it will kill me.
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “But I’m willing to take that risk if you are.”
My heart jolts in my chest, racing like I’ve sprinted up the stairs. I take a breath and meet her eyes. “I promise no matter how this night turns out, I will always care about you as a friend first.” Her Dom second. And her lover until the end of time. Even if it takes forever for me to get it right.
FOURTEEN
Amy
DidI just agree to have sex with Tyler? Fuck. No pressure. He’s only the most beautiful man I’ve ever known, and I’m just an average woman. I pulled another gray hair last week. When we scened at the club, I was in the headspace of submitting to my Dom. This isn’t the same at all. This is me, Amy, agreeing to make love to Tyler, a man I’ve been wildly attracted to from the first moment I saw him. I’ve done everything to keep him at arm’s length—except that marriage thing, but that wasn’t real.
Pain radiates up my ass and clears my head.
“You’re thinking about this way too hard. The only thing that’s hard in this scenario is my dick and the impact of my hand across your ass. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I love how he can wipe away everything but us. Here. Now.
He runs his fingers through my hair, gathers a handful, and tilts my head, holding my gaze to his. “You’re going to strip off every stitch of clothing for me. Yes?”
My pussy clenches at the thought of getting naked in front of him. Not for a shower when I’m falling apart, but for him, for us. I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
He releases me, taking a seat on the small ottoman in the corner. He shoots his legs out and crosses them as he leans against the wall. “Proceed.”
I glance at the closed door.
“Eyes on me. It’s just us.”
I turn back to him. He’s right. This moment is just about the two of us. But I’m not sure what to do next. It’s been so long.
“Remove your shirt, baby.”
The intensity of his green-eyed stare could burn the clothes from my body. But I can give him this. He’s given me so much that I can please him the way he’s always trying to please me. It’s so easy. I don’t have to guess what he wants because he tells me. I lift the hem of my shirt, exposing the flesh of my stomach, raising it to just below my breasts. Their hard points are obvious through the thin fabric. With one fluid move, I lift the shirt over my head and clutch it in one hand, waiting, letting him get his fill.
