Page 41 of Play Book

“No, I was just reading on the couch. I guess I was dozing off.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” She shakes her head and moves aside so I can walk into the house. “Is everything okay?” she asks as I shrug off the jacket of my suit.

I loosen my tie as I turn to look at her. “No.”

“No?” Her brows arch questioningly.

“I tried to break our deal,” I admit, hands on my hips. As if that’s somehow her fault.

“Tried?” She looks more amused than anything else.

“And failed. I couldn’t do it.”

“And so…” She lets her voice trail as she stands there watching me.

“If you don’t ask me to leave, then I’m going to stay. And we’re going to do more than sleep.”

A slow, mischievous smile plays on her lips. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

She slowly unties the belt of the silky little robe she’s wearing.

“You sure you want this?” I ask, practically pouncing on her.

There’s nothing but excitement in her eyes as she gazes up at me.

Then she lets the robe fall off her shoulders.

All she has on beneath is a pair of thong panties.

Fuck. Me.

I am one lucky SOB.

“You trust me?” I ask in a gruff voice.

She cocks her head ever so slightly. “I let you tie me up.”

I gently put my hand around her throat. “This is different.”

“No marks or bruises,” is all she says.

“Never,” I say quietly.

Then I push her against the nearest wall, driving my tongue into her mouth while adding a little pressure to her throat. I’d never hurt her—or anyone else—but I love being able to overpower a woman. And not just physically. That’s easy. I’m a big guy, so it goes without saying I can overpower most women I’m with.

I’m talking about an emotional submission that has nothing to do with kink of BDSM.

I love the feeling of being in control, but also that the woman I’m with is here for it. That she wants to be controlled in this limited sexual capacity.

And Saylor does.

I’d seen it when I tied her up and now, she’s completely relaxed, letting me pillage her mouth as we kiss.

My need for her is electric, sharp, the kind of desire that leaves me breathless, and she’s right there with me.

Her head tilts back, giving me better access, and I squeeze a little harder. There’s a fine line between dominance and pain, and it’s one I’ll never cross. But I’ll go right up to the edge as I feel her moan against my lips.

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