Page 128 of Proposal Play

It’s a generous offer, but the guest room is a guest room. “I think sometimes I just need a little distance from where I sleep to create.”

“I get that,” he says, though he sounds a little wistful. I think he wants me to like the guest room.

But also if I did that I’d be taking over, encroaching onall his space. “Thanks for the offer though. And the feedback on how I’m doing.”

“Anytime,” he says with a slow, teasing smile. “But I can give you feedback in other ways too.”

My pulse quickens. “Oh, you can?”

His gaze roams up and down my body, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Yeah. I’ll tell you exactly what I like. But first, I can’t get something out of my head.”

“What’s that?”

“What you promised me before I dropped you off at class. Because all I thought about while I was cooking dinner was what those pole moves might be.”

Funny, me too. “But we don’t have a pole,” I say playfully.

He points to the door. “I’ll get you one right now.”

Oh. I sit up straighter. He’s serious—he’d really install a pole for me. But that won’t be necessary. “The thing about pole dancing is…there are plenty of moves you can do on a chair.” His eyes glint with excitement, then darken when I say, “Or…on the floor.”

He hauls in a breath. “Good, then I’d like to see you get down on your hands and knees, wife.”

And just like that, dinner’s over, and it’s time for the show.

44

JUST RIGHT

Asher

I’m parked in a chair in the living room, sultry music pulsing from my phone, my wife on her back on the carpet, with one knee up. She rises, her back arching in the sexiest way possible.

My throat goes dry.

She’s not even looking my way, and that’s the point.

She’s lost to the dance as she puts on a show for me. She teases me, clad in heels, tight shorts, and a cheetah print bra which hugs her perfect breasts. She’s pushing her hips off the floor and sweeping one leg to the side.

I groan.

As the bass thumps low, she turns around and locks eyes with me before licking her lips. “Let me know if it becomes too much for you,” she says. A taunt. A challenge.

“It can never be enough,” I reply.

She waggles her ass.

“Are you sure, handsome? I don’t want to overwork my favorite customer,” she says, getting into character.

My dick strains against my jeans. “You’re definitely working me hard,” I tease as she arches her back and then dips it down, meeting my gaze once again. “Tell me what you want next.”

I want you. I want to give you everything.

But I can’t say that. Not yet. If I tell her how I feel now, I might lose her.Imight be too much. So I’m showing her through cooking her dinner and giving her orders—since she loves both food and when I take the reins. “Need you to crawl to me, wife.”

She lifts an eyebrow provocatively. No surprise. Maeve does everything provocatively. As the music changes, she starts moving toward me—gracefully and sensually.

It’s fucking breathtaking. It’s been a fantasy of mine for so long. And now it’s happening right in front of me. As a man who craves control, there’s nothing better than having the woman of my dreams obeying my every command.

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