Page 16 of Hooked

“Good, because the night is young and I’m not nearly done with you yet.” To prove his point, he lifted her top leg, bending her knee to her chest. This opened her pussy, and he didn’t hesitate to claim it again, entering her in one powerful thrust from behind.

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ACAR ENGINE REVVINGoutside her window awoke her.

When she opened her eyes, Olivia frowned at the gray light coming through the unfamiliar curtains. Either the sun hadn’t risen yet, or the storm hadn’t abated. When the man at her back stirred, memories of the evening before and the passion-filled night that followed came to her in a rush.

She was pleased to have proven her hypothesis right that behind his staid all-business persona was a voracious, passionate lover. That he also had boundless stamina was an unexpected and very pleasant bonus.

Shifting slightly beneath the covers, Olivia became reacquainted with muscles she hadn’t used in sometime. There was a pleasant tenderness between her thighs, a lingering sign of a dominant’s possession that hadn’t been there in too long a time. Her bottom, currently nestled in the curve of his body, bore none of the sting or heat from his broad hand had created, which she found disappointing. But his arm tightened reflexively around her as the warm hand holding her bare breast did the same, and she smiled. Wasn’t this an awesome way to start the day?

Joseph was a cuddler, something she never would have guessed

She wanted to see what he looked like asleep and turned carefully. Without his glasses and with his dark hair that was longish on top and tousled from sleep, he looked years younger, late thirties at most. During the last time he’d taken her, Joseph had removed the cuffs. He also rolled her to her back and with their limbs entwined had taken her in a very vanilla fashion—missionary; a time-honored and always appreciated position—with long, measured strokes while he licked, kissed, and nibbled on her neck and the hard peaks of her breasts.

Free to touch him everywhere, when he’d brought her to climax yet again, she had wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, the fingers of one hand entwined in the hair at his nape, reveling in its thick silky texture.

Now, as she watched his handsome face, relaxed in sleep, a thick swath of those silken strands fell across his forehead. She was tempted to brush it back but refrained, not ready to face him yet.

Morning-after doubts crept in like the approaching dawn. What happened now? He had mentioned nothing beyond last night. In fact, his statements seemed time limited.

Tonight, I am that dom, andsay yes...and we have a verbal contract for the night.

What if one night was all he ever intended?

She had invaded his territory after all, arriving unexpectedly and shocking him down to his structured and very organized toes. In the entire time she’d worked for him, she’d never seen him with the same woman twice. Maybe taking a different sub every night was his style here at Club Decadence as well. He was there on open sub night. Perhaps he liked new conquests.

The notion that he would suddenly want her as she wanted him—a committed relationship, marriage, babies, the whole nine yards—after all this time, was as fleeting as a dream.

As she lay there, feeling the weight of what they had done, the impact on her future, her career, her livelihood, pressed heavy like an anvil on her chest. The urge to escape became overwhelming. She eased away, inching her legs toward the side of the bed as she slowly slid out from under his arm.

When he stirred, Livia held her breath as she watched anxiously, waiting for those long lashes to part and surprise her with the ever-changing color behind them, but he rolled onto his side, his back to her.

A mixture of disappointment and relief rushed through her. She hesitated only a moment before going into action, easing off the bed and, in a blink, gathering her clothes. With shoes in hand and still awkwardly zipping her dress up the back, she was out the door, closing it quietly behind her.

Finding herself in a long, thankfully empty, corridor, she looked frantically around, trying to get her bearings. Since Joseph had carried her there unconscious, she hadn’t a clue which way to go. With a fifty-fifty shot, she turned left, praying she wouldn’t run into anyone. But at the same time, she longed for Joseph to appear at her side, uttering words of love and commitment as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to their bed.

Neither happened, and she made it to the stairwell at the end of the hall and quickly descended on soundless bare feet. Two flights down, she pushed open a metal door and stepped out into the nearly abandoned parking lot. When she did, a lone ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, falling upon her like an accusing finger. Two steps into her walk of shame—something she hadn’t done since her reckless early twenties—the door clanged shut behind her with ominous finality.

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