Page 91 of For the Sub

The woman said, “Smile!” before snapping the picture and returning his phone and wandering off with a smile.

After looking at the photo, Master Niles showed it to her.

“I’ve seen worse.” She wrinkled her nose. “At least my eyes were open.”

“Using it as my background,” he said, swiping his finger across the glass surface.

The man surprised her all the time.

Even though the place was hopping, breakfast was hot and perfectly prepared.

“John was right to brag about the waffles,” Master Niles said, pouring on real maple syrup and slathering the surface with butter. “Want a bite?”

“There’s already plenty of calories in this meal,” she protested. Even though she was tempted, she shook her head. “I’ll need a ton of exercise if I eat anything more.”

“That can be arranged.”

He stabbed a piece with his fork and offered it across the table to her.

“You’ll be my ruin, Sir.” She closed her mouth around the sweetness.

“I love to watch you enjoy yourself.”

She couldn’t imagine Reyes ever behaving this way.

Once the dishes were cleared, and they’d finished off another cup of coffee, Niles picked up the bill that the server had dropped off. “Let’s go work off breakfast.”

Which meant he was in no hurry to return to his own cabin.

“Unless you have plans that I don’t know about?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Good. Then your ass is mine.” He shot her a devilish grin. “Literally as well as figuratively.”

When they were at the cash register, Margot gave him a once-over. “You might not be all bad. But I’m not ready to give you my stamp of approval.”

He handed over his credit card. “Fair enough.”

Then, outside, as he reached over to fasten her safety belt, he slid a hand up the inside of Brandy’s shirt.

“Sir!” She gasped from his cold hand as much as his scandalous action, even though no one was around and they couldn’t be seen.

While holding her gaze hostage, he cupped her breast then arced a fingernail across the swollen tip.

Flooded with desire, she wiggled, wanting more.

He pinched hard, then twisted, wringing a cry of delight from her.

“That’ll have to hold you until we get home.”

“Hold me? You’ve just started a fire, Sir.”

“Good. In that case, lift your skirt. You’re going to masturbate on the drive home and feed me your cum for dessert.”

She blinked. “You can’t mean that, Sir.”

“Most assuredly, I do.” He flipped up the hem of her skirt and slapped her already-throbbing pussy.

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