Page 38 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

Fear and desire surged, twisting her inside out. Her upbringing was screaming at her, telling her this was wrong, that she was bad for wanting it. Somehow, she fought against those worries and looked him in the eye.

“I’m not promising anything, but…I want to try.”

Chris’ mind went blank. The woman he had been dreaming about for almost two months, had been making plans for, was now saying she would try to learn what he wanted, and he couldn’t form a sentence. Every ounce of blood must have drained straight to his cock, along with any working brain cells.

She was looking up at him with those cornflower-blue eyes, her lips painted red, his for the taking, and he couldn’t think. Lust, almost too painful, coursed through him, but it also mixed with a dose of fear.

“Chris?”

The doubt in her voice pushed aside his worries. He shook his head, trying to pull out of his stupor, and smiled down at her. Holding his hand out, he waited for her to place hers in his, and then lifted her up off the bed.

“We won’t do anything too demanding at first.”

He moved behind her, never breaking contact. He trailed his hand up her arm to her shoulder. Her muscles tensed, though not out of fear—at least, he hoped not. He hoped it was out of anticipation. Breathing deeply, he massaged her shoulders, trying to ease her doubts. Taking it slow was going to drive him crazy. But he knew that this early in the relationship, he had to take measured steps. Someone who had never encountered the lifestyle might be overwhelmed by what they felt.

“Tonight will be about you. You tell me what to do with you…toyou.”

She drew in a shuddering breath, her muscles relaxing beneath his ministrations. “I’m not sure what to do, what to say.”

Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “Nothing between us is wrong. There is nothing to be embarrassed about or shouldn’t be. Pleasuring you, following your orders, is my duty. What I want to do.”

“What if…?” She swallowed. He slipped his hands down her arms and tangled his fingers with hers. “What if I can’t do it?”

Even as excited as he was, anger swirled within him. Damn her father and every man she’d ever been involved with before him for making her doubt herself like this, including Max. He tried to calm his temper by counting backward from ten. He didn’t want her picking up on it, thinking it was directed toward her. When he spoke, he chose his words carefully.

“You do what you’re comfortable with. You do what you want. There are no preconceived notions in this relationship.”

“I don’t know where to start, what to do.”

“Well, you remember our night together.”

A smile warmed her voice when she answered. “In Technicolor.”

He chuckled. “Tell me what you liked about it.”

As he waited for her answer, he moved his lips over the tender skin of her neck. He couldn’t resist grabbing a taste of her, almost as if his life depended on it.

“I liked the way you made me feel.”

“Go on.” He switched to the other side of her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access.

“I liked touching you.”

“Hmmm.” He didn’t say anything else because he was gritting his teeth. She’d leaned back, and the fullness of her ass was pressed up against his dick. Every time she shifted her weight, he had to fight not to come then and there.

“There was a point…” Her voice trailed off as he nipped at her ear. “There was a point where you were sitting in the chair that morning after—well, and a little the night before—and for the first time, I was in charge.”

Little did the woman know she’d probably been in charge since the moment she’d walked through the door in Georgia and smiled at him.

“How did that make you feel?”

“Powerful.” She sighed. “I know it sounds crazy, but for some reason it aroused me more to tell you what to do.”

Her excitement was growing. He could tell by the deepening of her voice, by the way her breathing had hitched as she told him her thoughts. Lord almighty, she was potent.

“So, you liked telling me what to do?”

She nodded.

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