Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Hello, gorgeous,” he began and then seemed to recognize her. “Whoa. Sorry about that. Hey, does A…”
She let go of Nate’s hand and moved in closer. “I would like to remind you what night it is,” she said quietly. “The rules are in play, Hunter. Are you going to break them? Why does my brother need to know what his adult sister is doing in a club she holds a membership to? Should I have a talk with your mother? I’m feeling the need for a session or two about how the men in my life treat me.”
Even in the low light she could see the way Hunter paled. His mother was Eve McKay, and she would be pissed if she thought her son was infantilizing the perfectly capable adult women around him. The aunties in her life were pretty kick ass, and she would invoke their names now to get what she wanted.
One hot night with the Dom of her dreams.
“Which room were you thinking of?” Hunter asked politely. “They’re all open except four.”
“We’re going to use room two, thank you,” she said, and stepped back to allow Nate to take the key from Hunter.
Hunter put the key in Nate’s hands. “Go with god, man.”
Daisy tugged him toward the room.
“Okay, that was weird,” Nate said, following along.
“He likes to joke.” She stopped at the door, turning his way. “Everyone’s sarcastic around here.” Her heart fell as she realized he was glancing back at Hunter, a wary look on his face. Had Nate heard her threaten Hunter with Aunt Eve? Probably not the sexiest thing she could have done. “It’s okay if you changed your mind.”
He turned back to her. “I haven’t changed my mind. Not about you, but I’m starting to wonder about the club. I feel like there’s something going on I don’t understand. I don’t like how they’re treating you.”
“They’re joking,” she said quietly. “But if it bothers you, we don’t have to go any further. I will understand, Sir. This night is supposed to be easy. No names if you don’t want them. No expectations. No drama. One night of pleasure. You don’t have to worry about anything except pleasing me, and I’ll do the same for you. But if you’re worried I’ll drag you into some kind of…”
She wasn’t even sure what she would call it, but he stopped her.
“I’m not worried about getting dragged into something. I’m rather worried I won’t be. But you’re right. It’s one night, and I want to spend it with you. I don’t think you understand how much.” He got into her space again, his body brushing hers. “I’m getting in my head, and I’m pretty sure overthinking could fuck me over tonight.”
“Don’t think tonight, Sir. Just feel.” It was what she wanted to do. It was the only thing she wanted to do. Tomorrow she would go into the office and he would be one floor beneath her and so far away it would hurt. She would watch him from the shadows after tonight, so she wanted to make it count.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, his voice low.
The truth was the words formed a sort of question. They were a warning so she could use one of those safe words if she wanted to. She simply lifted her chin and went on her toes, thanking the universe Kenzie Taggart loved high heels and they wore the same size shoe.
How long had it been since she’d been kissed? Over a year? Her heart rate ticked up as he lowered his head to hers, and then heat sparked through her. He was overwhelming. There was no soft, sweet brushing of lips. He placed his hands on either side of her face and gently held her while he devoured her mouth.
Longing welled inside her, warring with the outrageous sexual desire she felt for this man. Her body felt electric for the first time in…for the first time. She let her hands find his waist, touching the warm skin covering his muscular body. He was so big. It would be easy to drown in him. And she would do it willingly.
When he opened the door, she followed him. It didn’t matter if she was likely making a terrible mistake. She was going to take this time with him, and then she would be done.
* * * *
Nate wasn’t sure what the dungeon monitor had been on about, but the mystery of how all the Doms seemed to treat this particular submissive would have to wait.
He closed the door behind them and watched as she ran a hand over the big bed in the corner of the room. The instinct to simply throw her on it and have her was almost overwhelming.
It felt fucking good to feel anything at all. Like someone had switched him back on the minute she’d walked into the room.