Page 95 of The Assignment: Room 3

“You’re cute.” He gives me a peck on the tip of my nose. “I maybe new to the kind of relationship we’re embarking on, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a selfish man. I want you, Celest, and I’ll do anything it takes for you to want me back.”

“Idowant you.” His smile reaches his eyes as he drops his towel and reaches for a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. How does he make such plain clothes look like the sexiest thing in the world? Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert, overwhelmed with desire for this man.

“Then, we’re on the same page. Now, pick something to wear so I can deliver you home to Gracie and your mom. We can look over the contract on the way.”

This might be the first time I’ve wanted to stay out all night since having Gracie. I didn’t think my fairy tale could come true. Not with the lifestyle I’ve embraced. It’s not for single moms who have responsibilities. Or at least, that’s what I thought before tonight.

I throw on some comfy sweats, a hoodie, and some Converse. They all fit perfectly. “How did you know my sizes?”

“I’m just that good,” he says with a wry smile.

“How did you find out?”

“I asked Freya.”

“She never mentioned anything to me.”

“Because I asked her not to. I didn’t want to put any pressure on you, but I wanted to be prepared for when I won you over with my sparkling wit and massive dick.”

“Your dick definitely won me over,” I jest. It was neither his wit nor his impressive size that got me. It’s this—the small things. The way hecaresfor me and respects my situation. He isn’t asking me to prioritize him over Gracie. To hear him say that he is vying for the number two spot is everything I’ve ever wished for and dare not dream about.

“Pet, you make sweats insanely sexy. I hope you appreciate my self-control right now because I’m about to take you home when every fiber of my being wants to lock you in this playroom and worship every inch of your body until you understand what you do to me.”

“Rain check?” I can barely speak the words, my head swimming with dark desires.

Flex chuckles, and even his laugh is hot. “Definitely. In three months, it’s not going to be rain but a fucking tsunami.”

“Promises, promises, Master Navarro.”

He grabs my wrists and backs me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. His lips caress the shell of my ear as he whispers, “I always make good on my promises, Ms. Monroe. You’ll learn that about me.”

“I look forward to it… Master.” The rise and fall of my chest betray my attempt at nonchalance.

His lips crash down on mine, our tongues twisting and tangling, teetering on the edge. I want him to fuck me right here, right now, but he leaves me bereft, releasing me, only to take my hand and lead me out to the playroom where our contract lies strewn on the floor.

“Be a good girl and pick up your homework, pet.” His voice is like velvet, a low, rumbling sensuality in the most mundane of sentences.

I do as I’m told, eager to please him. I’m capable of very bratty behavior within the walls of this club, but I don’t know what that looks like in a twenty-four-seven relationship. Once I gather them up, he gives me a quick slap on the ass, just enough to sting. “Good girl. Now, let’s see how obedient you can be. You’re going to hold my hand as we leave through the bar. I want everyone to know you’re mine, andno onetouches what’s mine. Can you do that, pet? Eyes to the floor.”

“Yes, Master Navarro. It would be my pleasure to be seen as your submissive. I welcome it.”

He bites his bottom lip, his eyes raking the length of me. “Oh, you and I are going to have some fun, pet. I guarantee it.”

“I agree.” He opens the door of his playroom, taking my hand in his once more, his possessive grip settling the storm that’s been raging in the pit of my stomach for years. Previous Doms have given me the structure to hold onto, rules to follow, and sexual satisfaction, but the way my heart beats wildly in my chest—this is new. Exciting.Real.

Flex leads me through the bar, stopping to talk to friends and enjoying my open submission to him. I’m only allowed to speak when he gives me permission, and for his purpose of parading me past friends in silence, I’m sure people are getting the message. I’m his.

As we walk past the bar, Eli tries to catch my attention. “Hey, Celest!”

“Sorry, Eli, Celest can’t talk right now.” I can almost see the smug grin that must be splitting Flex’s face.

“Why not?”

“Because she’s my submissive, and I haven’t given her permission.”

“Oh, wow. You guys are a thing now? Like a relationship? A contract?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.”

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