Page 8 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“Why are you staring at me,” she demanded. “I suppose I look like crap. I sure as hell feel like crap.”

“Phoebe, on your worst day you couldn’t look like crap, and you’re invaluable. Don’t doubt that for a moment,” he replied, moving slowly towards her.

“Invaluable? I doubt that.”

“That thing you do, knowing when someone is lying, it’s remarkable.”

“Not really,” she said with a sigh. “I’m not psychic or anything. It’s just a thing my father taught me.”

“He did? How so?”

“It’s very simple. When someone is being dishonest they show it. Everyone does it. They might look away for a second, raise an eyebrow, shift in their seat, they do something. My father started teaching me when I was just a kid. He said it would take the guesswork out of things. He was right, but maybe you’re right. Maybe it has grown into a psychic thing. I know immediately. It’s almost as if I subconsciously pick up on the signals. Practice makes perfect I guess.”

“Then you know I meant it when I said you’re invaluable.”

“That’s the weird thing. I do, but I told you, when I’m close to someone it’s harder to pick up.”

“Right now that’s not important,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re exhausted and I get that, but no more tantrums.”

“I’m about to throw one right now,” she murmured. “I feel wired, like I’m wound up, but I don’t know why.”

“Ah, I see,” he said softly, pulling back and gazing down at her. “Take off your clothes, lie on the bed, and I’ll—”

“Don’t you need to call Sam?”

“I intend to,” he said firmly, abruptly turning her around and swatting her backside. “Do as you’re told. Take off your clothes, lie on the bed, take some long deep breaths and wait for me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, letting out a sigh.

“I won’t be long, and you’d better be ready when I get back.”

* * *

As Donovan strode from the room, Phoebe felt a wave of relief. His control didn’t just excite her, it calmed her in a way she couldn’t quite define. But she felt grubby and wanted to freshen up. Moving slowly into the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, stood under the stream of hot water, and soaped herself with a lavender scented gel from a pump container on the wall. But as she toweled herself, a deep weariness began to seep through her bones. Walking back into the bedroom, she slipped between the sheets and closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure for how long before a noise made her open them. Looking up she saw Donovan walking in carrying a tray.

“What’s that?”

“Nourishment.”

“Thank God. What’s under all the covers?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied, placing the tray on the dresser and quickly removing his clothes. “I had a stroke of genius while I was talking to Sam,” he continued as he climbed between the sheets and moved his arms around her. “Now everything’s under control. It’s time for me to take care of you.”

Before she could speak, he deftly rolled her over, and his large, strong hands began massaging her shoulders.

“Oh, my god, that’s amazing,” she breathed, sinking into the mattress.

“I’m glad, and I understand you’re tired, but no more hissy fits,” he said sternly, suddenly swatting her backside. “If you’re upset about something tell me and we’ll fix it. And if I didn’t want you here you’d be somewhere else,” he continued, smacking her again. “Do I need to spank that into you, or do you get it?”

“I get it.”

“Remember that next time you start feeling insecure,” he said, landing several hot slaps, then abruptly rolled her over and stared into her eyes. “Phoebe, I’ve always worked alone,” he said, softening his voice. “This is new for me, and I need you to be straight with me. I’m not going to get mad at you for being tired and hungry. But I will if you don’t tell me and become difficult.”

“You’re right,” she murmured, then feeling his hardness against her, she raised her arms around his neck. “Donovan, I need you.”

“I know, and I need you too.”

As he kneeled up and took hold of his cock, she closed her eyes and spread her legs, aching to feel him inside her. When he placed himself at her entrance and thrust inside her warmth, she let out a cry of gratitude. But a moment later he leaned over her and pinned her wrists to either side of her head.

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