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“I need...” she panted, her eyes unfocused. She was so close. “I need you to...”

Deciding to take pity on the fact that forming a coherent thought wasn’t possible this close to an orgasm, I leaned in, biting her earlobe before I whispered what we both knew she wanted. “You want me to fill this cunt with my cum. You’re so desperate for me to put a baby in you that you need it. Admit it, Is. You think about having my cum inside you constantly. You crave it like I do. I need it like I need my next breath. Need you coming on my cock and taking everything I have to give you. Your greedy pussy making me explode inside you.”

“Fuck, yes,” she groaned in my ear, her back bowing while she shook in my arms.

That was all I needed to let go, thrusting in deep, listening to the way my desk slammed against the window frame. Part of me wanted this to leave a dent so I could look at it every time I worked from home and know that I’d claimed her on this desk.

“Holy shit,” I panted, tucking my face into her sweaty neck—her blouse sticking to my chest as I pulled her close. The urge to tell her I loved her was strong, but now wasn’t the time. I’d wait until I thought she was ready to hear it. Ready to accept that I didn’t want to get her pregnant because the thought of her doing it without me made me irrationally angry. I wanted it because I wanted it all with her.

“Well... this didn’t go how I thought it would.” Her quiet voice made me laugh, and I leaned back, smiling as she cupped my cheek.

“I’m still down with you tying me up. Just give me twenty minutes to get us fed first.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, her hands stroking the side of my head and sinking into my hair.

“You know I’d do anything you want,” I responded, meaning every word.

“I know.”

“Now let’s get you in bed while I make you dinner.”

She shook her head, but she didn’t argue.

Watching as my cock slipped out, I nodded at it, her eyes following mine. My fingers instinctively reached down, gathering up the cum leaking out of her and pushing it back inside, grinning as she laughed and then moaned when I rubbed my thumb against her clit.

“IUD isn’t out yet,” she teased, but I didn’t care.

“You never know. Never hurts to start practicing now.”

Hiking my pants back into place, I grinned, earning an eye roll. Isobel giggled as I swept her up into my arms, one arm behind her back and the other underneath her knees.

“I can walk, you know.”

“Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

“You’re getting bossy,” she huffed. But I could tell from her tone she was amused. As we passed the front door, she reached back. “Don’t forget my bag. I need to keep reading to get some ideas for later.”

“As long as it involves me coming inside you bare, I’ll let you pick.”

“Such a generous offer,” she laughed as I crossed the threshold and walked to the side of the bed to gently lay her down. I grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips. Might as well give this practicing my all.

“I’m thoughtful like that.” Shedding my open shirt and pants, I winked before I walked back toward my kitchen in my boxers. I wanted to throw something together quickly, suddenly anticipating reading through the manuscript that had the potential to amplify our already spectacular sex life.

If I was going to have to up my game over the next few months, I was going to need some source material.

Maybe there was something to this spicy romance I’d missed before.

Who needed Viagra when you had a hot as fuck girlfriend willing to reenact scenes of a Dominatrix tying up her subs to have her way with them?

ISOBEL

Boston

Adrian had been right. We had barely come up for air the rest of the week. If we weren’t reading or marking up scenes with comments and corrections, we were googling objects the heroine, Fanny the Dominatrix, was using throughout the story and then playing them out with our limited resources.

If we could have kept our hands off each other long enough to put on real clothes, I would have insisted on a field trip to meet Chase’s friend Talia. While I’d not been to the studio she shared with her Dom, Emory, I knew she had an extensive collection of toys, courtesy of her job as a sex toy blogger.

I was sure they had every piece of equipment Chase and Evan included in this book because there was no way those two wrote this manuscript without help from the experts. But introducing Adrian to that much hardware at once might scar him for life. It intimidated me a bit to think about seeing all the things I’d only read about before.

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