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If we were going to continue this—and I wanted us to—I needed to get to know her better, and she the same for me. That depth of understanding would make her submission, and the intimacy that came with it, more intense.

“You were getting dressed, pet,” I reminded her as she just stood there afterward, confused.

“Right,” she agreed, shaking her head.

If she was that affected from a kiss, I couldn’t fucking wait to see how she reacted when I was inside her.

Christ.

I was getting ahead of myself again.

CHAPTER NINE

Scarlet

He didn’t fuck me.

As two days slid to three, and he still hadn’t grabbed me, bent me over, and slammed inside of me, I couldn’t help but start feeling a little insecure about it.

I mean, it wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to me.

He’d had me go down on him.

He’d jerked off while looking at me.

Clearly, there was interest there.

The thing was, he wasn’t acting on it.

He was barely touching me at all, in fact.

He tagged along on all my errands. Getting coffee, having my hair or brows done, getting waxed, grabbing lunch and dinner with friends. There he always was, standing in the corner of the room, looking intimidating.

Though only I actually knew just how intimidating he was. But it was in a way that made my belly quiver each time I looked at him.

But as we finally got home after running around, he didn’t force me onto my knees. He didn’t bind me.

Sure, he made small commands.

Drinking my water.

Getting enough sleep.

Eating what he ordered or made.

But nothing that required me to, ah, submit.

That was what I was doing, right? Submitting.

And he was, of course, dominating.

I thought that was the stuff of books. Or weird, kinky people who gathered in dungeons in all-leather outfits.

Clearly, though, it was something a former military bodyguard and an heiress did in a penthouse apartment in the middle of the city.

All we seemed to be doing lately, though, was talking.

About my past, about his.

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