Page 173 of Unexpected Hero

“Hmm. I enjoy calling you sugar bear, sweetness, and baby. Those just come to me when I look at you. They feel right to me. What comes naturally to you?”

“Oh boy. Now the pressure is on, huh? I better make this good.”

“How about nothing until you have something fitting?”

She scoffs. “I’m not going to call you nothing. That’s a terrible pet name.” Her voice softens to barely a wisp. “To me, you’re the opposite of nothing.”

My chest expands as her meaning sets in, but before I get myself carried away, I refocus on pleasure.

Sex. Her body. That’s it.

Enough fucking feelings.

I’m not entitled to take those from her, and I wouldn’t know what to do with them.

“Enough talk,” I snap, a touch of gruffness in my tone.

“Oh, you’re bossy again. That’s sexy.” She inhales sharply. “Ooh! That’s it. I could call you sexy.”

Wearing nothing but a grin she can’t see, I loosen my grip on her waist and push her down with one hand. “Hands and knees. I’ll be right back.”

She complies, and I jump up to get everything I’ll need. When I return to the bed, she’s positioned exactly as I told her.

“You look stunning like that,” I tell her with unwavering sincerity while I circle the bed. “Like something straight out of my fantasies.”

Her only response is a tiny wiggle of her ass and a cheeky grin.

I lose sight of her beautiful smile when I move behind her, holding a warm, wet cloth. She tenses when I clean her of all remaining blood.

“Too sore, baby?”

“No. It’s fine. No pain at all.”

“Then why did you flinch?”

“Because you surprised me.”

“Oh.” I resume massaging her with the towel, being as delicate as I can.“I’m going to check in with you often. I need you to tell me if you feel any pain. Can I trust you to be honest with me?”

Hypocrite.

I’m a despicable fucking hypocrite.

“Yes. I promise.”

“That’s my sweet girl.”After finishing with the cloth, I toss it across the room into the laundry basket.

“Nice shot, sexy,” she teases.

“I’m not only a Dom. I’m also a professional basketball player,” I deadpan.

She looks over her shoulder with a barely contained laugh. It breaks free when she sees my smirk.

Not sure I’ve ever smirked, grinned, and smiled so much as I have in the short time since I’ve known her. Hell, I barely recognize myself anymore.

Her unreserved laughter fades into a moan when I cup her pussy from behind. Her neck jerks, whipping her head around to face the headboard.

“Feel okay, Lettie?”

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