Page 20 of Cookies and Control

She looks away.

“We have to be open and honest.”

“Because Dad won’t let me date and Grandma’s always talking about ways to make me better. Your whole family is gorgeous. I thought I didn’t measure up.”

“You set the bar for them to strive to. Grandma’s always like that. Her generation felt everything needed fixing. And she truly enjoys all of the tweaks. But I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t let you date because he couldn’t stand the thought of sharing you.”

“Sharing me?”

“How long do we have?”

She fidgets with the ribbon around her waist. “Two hours.”

Not enough time for everything I want to do with her, but we’ll make it count. I take her hand, leading her to the couch. My heart pounds as I sit beside her. “I should let him speak for himself, but I’m fairly certain he started grappling with his feelings for you about the same time I did. Your kind, dreamer’s heart was suddenly wrapped in a goddess’ body.”

“So he didn’t bid on me at the auction to save me from embarrassment if no one wanted me?”

“God, no. Neither of us could bear the thought of another man touching you.”

Her smile brightens. “And yet, here I sit, nearly untouched.”

“That’s why I’m here. It’s all wrong. You shouldn’t have to wait to be loved.”

“Loved?”

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “Yes, Betsy, I love you and I want to fulfill your desires.”

“I love you too, Rocky. Bull’s going to be furious though.”

“He wanted to wait until after Christmas. We don’t have to. I can’t bear for you to think that what you want is wrong.”

“You’re willing to…”

“Remember the safeword. If anything is too much, you say ‘red,’ and we stop. No questions asked.”

She nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I liked the roughness Bull used at the club. I want you to do that. Take control. Bind me.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Slow down, sweetheart. We should start with regular sex first. Build up to the other stuff.”

Her brow arches, a playful smirk on her lips. “Make me.”

The irony of her challenge makes me laugh. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. Her lips are soft, pliant, and more heavenly than I imagined. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, dancing with hers.

Her soft moans grow and her hands start to explore my chest. I hate to do it, but what better time to start our game? I pull back, grinning. “I had no idea you were so naughty.”

She scoffs, a mocking gleam in her eyes. “Naughty? Is that the best you can do, Uncle Rocky?”

I pause, recalling the articles I read. Degrading terms? Is that what she means? I search her face. She’s never looked so eager, so sexy. “If I overstep in any way, use your safeword.”

She runs her fingers up my inner thigh. Challenge accepted.

Time to switch tactics. “My little slut better watch her mouth.”

Her eyes widen and a smile crosses her face at the harsh, but welcomed words. She leans in, attempting to kiss me, but I stand, towering over her. She reaches for me.

Taking control, I grasp her wrists, holding them between us.

“Not so fast. We do this my way.” I release her, stepping back. Her eyes follow me, hungry and curious.

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