Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
She saw a problem with his scenario. “What if I simply answer yes and get my way no matter what?”
“Then we’ll know more about how we work as a couple.”
No. She couldn’t go there. “We’re not a couple.”
He delicately pushed back a strand of her hair, tucking it neatly behind her ear. “Oh, we’re a couple. We’re a couple of parents. We’re a D/s couple until you tell me we’re not. We could be more, but we’re not deciding that tonight. The parent thing will never go away, Steph. Even if you wish you had never had a child with me, we can’t change it. He’s ours and he will have both parents in his life.”
She fought hard not to cry. Motherhood had turned her into a weepy mess of a woman. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t take him back, Brody. Not for anything. And I wouldn’t change his dad. He would be different if someone else had been his father, and he’s perfect the way he is. I wouldn’t change it. Fine. Ask me the question. I agree to your terms.”
“Will you giving up our play session tonight do anything at all to help Anya?”
Damn him. She tried to come up with a million different ways to say yes, but he was right. She was falling back into old patterns, hurting herself because she didn’t think she deserved anything at all good in life. “No.”
A satisfied smile crossed his face. “Then you’re mine for the night and you will follow my every instruction. The only reason for you to stop our play is because you’re frightened in a way that overwhelms you, you’re hurt in a way that doesn’t enhance the pleasure, or you don’t want what I’m doing to you. In those cases, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. But for now, you’ll kiss me and we’ll start the night properly.”
She was in a corner and she could fight her way out or she could understand that this particular corner was nice and safe and warm. This corner was filled with him and his unique sexuality. One more night with Brody. That was how she could look at it. One day at a time. One sweet night at a time.
She went up on her toes and did what came naturally. She pressed her lips to his and let her arms float up. His hands went to her hips and all thoughts of how crappy it was to wear a bikini when it wasn’t sunny outside flew out the window. Heat scorched her where he touched. Now she understood why he’d picked this particular “costume” for her. He could touch her pretty flesh, remind her constantly of how good it felt to have his hands on her.
His tongue swiped across her lower lip before delving deep inside. He kissed her long and slow, every velvet touch of his tongue making her heart speed up.
He finally put some small distance between them, though he lowered his forehead to touch hers. “Perfect, luv. Now turn and hold on to the conference table. I want your arse in the air, and plant your feet shoulder width apart for me.”
She was confused. One minute he was kissing her like he couldn’t breathe without her and now he wanted her backside in the air. She still had to get used to him using the word arse as though it was something sexy. “What? I thought we were going out to the club.”
“We will, after we get a few things done,” he promised.
“Brody, I’m good. I’ll follow your lead.”
“You’ll follow my instructions or things are going to get worse for you,” he said, his tone low.
“All right.” He looked super serious about the instructions thing. But he also looked intensely sexy. The low growl that was coming out of his mouth sent warmth straight to all her female parts. “I promise I’ll follow your instructions.”
She turned and started for the door.
A big arm went around her waist and hauled her back against his body. In a second, she felt his hand at the back of her neck and her bikini top dropped, baring her breasts. Before she could protest, his hand covered her right breast and she felt him catch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted, hard. She stiffened and bit back a cry.
Pain shot through her and then a ridiculously warm sensation. She knew enough about sexual arousal to know this was something that would only work if she was already aroused. If some asshole walked up to her and pinched her nipple, she would punch him in the face and call out his assault of her person. This was different. Because of the numerous hormones flooding her system, that rough tweak to her nipple made her eyes watery and her pussy go super soft.