Page 79 of For the Sub

Enjoying the peace, the quiet solitude of the mountain morning and having a sexy sub snuggled next to him, with her blonde hair spilling across the dark blue pillow in an inviting contrast, he remained in place.

He considered fisting her hair and pulling back her head to kiss her long and deep. That would be a hell of a way to start a Sunday.

Not just this Sunday, any Sunday.

That thought startled him.

He was thinking beyond today. This was a first for him. In business, he was always doing projections and forecasts, but he’d shut off his personal life since Eleanor’s funeral on that gray, snowy morning so long ago.

In the distance, a dog’s nails clicked against the hardwood floor.

Not wanting to disturb Brandy, Niles climbed out of bed, grabbed his jeans then headed down the hallway.

In the kitchen, Dana stretched her long legs in front of her and yawned wide enough to swallow a small country.

Whisper was nowhere in sight.

MW dashed out of the doggie door.

Because he’d spent so much time in the kitchen last night, Niles quickly located the bag of coffee and the filters.

Within a minute, the strong brew was hissing and spitting into the carafe. He watched it forlornly, as if that would hurry the maker along.

A seeming eternity later, he poured himself a cup before going outside.

Dana yawned and traipsed after him. MW dashed over to nip at his toes. With a sigh, Niles commanded, “Sit.”

Though the oversize hotdog bared his teeth, he plopped down.

Niles took a seat to watch the remnants of the sunrise and both dogs wandered around the yard. Dana cocked her head and looked at a deer. MW chased it off, trying to bite its hooves. “You’re a little terror, aren’t you?”

A few minutes later, explorations complete, Dana curled up near him.

Once the mule-tailed deer was out of sight, MW returned, wagging his tail. Niles scratched him behind the ears. “Proud of yourself?” Niles wasn’t certain a dog could look smug, but this one did.

A few minutes later, a small squeak of metal behind him made him glance over his shoulder.

Brandy stood there, hair in glorious disarray, a cup of coffee in hand.

She’d dressed in a long-sleeved blue T-shirt, and her beaded nipples showed that she was braless.

Her black yoga pants were so form-fitting that she could have been poured into them. Like him, her feet were bare.

He’d never seen a more breathtaking woman.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked. “Or would you prefer some alone time?”

“I’ve been offering the dogs treats if they’d be loud enough to wake you and lure you out here.”

She smiled.

Niles hooked his foot on a nearby chair and dragged it closer to him.

When she went to sit, he changed his mind, and instead, captured her body and pulled her onto his lap.

With a laugh, she moved her cup aside so that her drink sloshed on the ground rather than on either of them.

“Morning, sub.”

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