Page 48 of So Bad It Must Be Good

She cocked her head as if considering whether or not to listen to him. “You know, as much as I like your orders, and believe me I definitely do, I think tonight . . .” She nodded her head as if she’d made some important decision. “Tonight I’m going to be in charge. And I’ll take very good care of you,” she whispered, kissing his chest right above where his heart thudded hard.

It was meant to be about sex, but in the context of this night and her asking him what was wrong, and listening to his problems, it felt so much more weighted.

People didn’t take care of him. Why would they? He could take care of himself.

“Not so used to that, are you?” she asked, brushing her mouth against his jaw.

“Which part?”

She chuckled. “Both, I think. Not used to being taken care of, and not used to letting anyone else be in charge. Well, I think it’s time you experience both.”

“Do you now?”

She moved onto her toes, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth. “Yes,” she said, meeting his gaze, so sure and beautiful. “Prepare yourself for total domination.”

He raised an eyebrow at that and the pink flush of excitement on her cheeks turned darker, closer to red.

“Okay, maybe domination wasn’t the right word,” she said, her voice ending on a squeak.

He laughed and he couldn’t remember ever laughing with someone over sex. Couldn’t ever remember feeling this lightness along with all of the hammering need and heat.

There was a little prickle of unease at the back of his spine. The concern this was too much for him. Too big. He would ruin it.

He shoved that thought away, because he was not a ruiner. He was a fixer.

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