Page 118 of Challenged by the Single Dad

Her eyes went wide. “You sure do. The whole ‘good girl’ thing. And the choking and breath play. Making me beg for your cock. That’s all Dom stuff.”

“No,” he shook his head, then pointed at his chest, “that’sDomstuff.”

She snickered and snorted a laugh. “Okay, Mr. Funny.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You feel okay though?”

She nodded. “Just sleepy.”

“Not hungry?”

At the mention of food, her belly rumbled. “Okay, maybe hungry too.”

He nodded and stood, giving her another perfect view of the beautiful tree tattoo taking up a good portion of his torso. “I’ll go fix you something and bring your clothes. It’s your day off. You are allowed to just sleep the day away. Especially since you’re also pregnant.” His smile was sweet, but small. “I’ll be right back.” Then he disappeared down the hallway while she snuggled deeper under the blanket. But then she remembered that they’d just had sex and she needed to pee.

Grumbling, and cold, she scurried naked to the bathroom.

She’d never be able to go pee without checking the toilet paper with her heart in her throat, at least now for the next hopefully nine months. The idea of finding blood would no longer be a sign of her period. It would be the sign of the end. The end of another pregnancy. Of another baby.

Once she finished peeing, she wiped and glanced back at the paper in her hand.

Nothing.

This time.

After she washed her hands, she returned to the bed and back under the blankets, her hand resting protectively over her stomach until Dom returned with her leggings, shirt, and a plate of cheese, crackers, and fruit, as well as a glass of apple juice and a small square of milk chocolate.

“For anon-Dom, you’re pretty good at this aftercare thing,” she said, sitting up and accepting the plate of food.”

“I’m not a non-Dom. IamDom.” Fully dressed again, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I, uh … I get a little intense during sex if you haven’t noticed.” Averting his gaze, he glanced out the window and the beautiful post-storm day outside, complete with blue sky, puffy white clouds and a blazing yellow sun.

“Oh, I noticed,” she murmured around a mouthful of Swiss and cracker. “And I’m fine with it.”

He focused his gaze back on her. “You’re sure?”

“You mostly ask for permission and consent throughout. And I know you well enough to know that if I said stop, you would stop. I’m not afraid to be with you, Dom. And I’m also not afraid to tell you when I don’t like something.” She popped a grape in her mouth and lifted one shoulder. “I’m a big girl. And life’s too short for bad sex.”

The smile that followed damn near made her choke on her grape it was so big and beautiful, not to mention the twin bright spots that blossomed high on his cheekbones. “Life is definitely too short for bad sex.”

“Good thing we haven’t had any yet, hmm?”

He reached for her free hand. “You’ll let me know if I’m pushing too hard for anything—sex or otherwise?”

Rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand, she nodded. “I will. But for now, I think we’re in a good place. Sexandotherwise.”

He stared down at the plate on her lap. “Is there, uh … is there anything you like that I haven’t done? That you’d like to try?”

That made her smile. The way this dominant, controlling, sexy-as-hell man turned almost shy when asking her about her likes in the bedroom. “I was pretty vanilla before I met you. The craziest place I’d ever had sex was in a tent while camping. Other than that, it was a bed or couch. And I’d never had anything in my butt. Or been choked. Or called a ‘good girl.’ You’re the one bringing all the spicy to this vanilla girl.”

Even the tips of his ears were pink now. He lifted his gaze. “You’re not vanilla.”

She shrugged and popped a grape into her mouth. “Vanilla is a great flavor. I’m not saying it’s bad. But I’m also not against trying new flavors.” She swallowed. “Is there something elseyou’dlike to try? Anotherflavor?”

His nostrils flared and his eyes turned heated. “I’d like to spank you.”

Her clit throbbed and she squeezed her thighs together.

“I’d also like to maybe tie you up … one day, if you’re interested?”

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