Page 134 of His Secret Gift

“It’s gorgeous.”

“Well, climb on in,” I encourage her, and she does. And I give her a little smack on the ass.

“Hey!”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

She looks back at me and smiles. “I don’t mind.”

Then, I go in after her before undoing the cloth curtain to give us some privacy. I also see, as I requested, a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries in the corner.

“I have to say, I’m very surprised by all of this.”

I shove some of her hair behind her shoulder before nibbling at her ear lobe. “That was sort of the intention.”

“Well, yes. I meant that. But I also figured you’d want to stay in tonight.”

I sigh. “Honestly, I thought so, too. However, having you as a distraction is much better. I’ll start back up fresh in the morning.”

“What time to you meet with him?”

“Two.”

She then nods. “Ah, so you have plenty of time.”

“Exactly.”

We just kind of stare at each other until she licks her lips and kisses me.

“So, what’s next?” she asks.

I decide to show her rather than tell her.

Grabbing the plate, I take a strawberry in my fingers and rub it around her mouth—teasing her a few times but then pulling it away before she can take a bite.

“You’d better be careful. I’ll end up biting your finger if you aren’t careful.”

That makes my mouth go dry. “I wouldn’t mind.” I wouldn’t say I’m a masochist or anything, but a little mild pain in the bedroom doesn’t bother me.

“Oh, yeah?” She takes my unoccupied hand and raises before putting the first two fingers in her mouth and then turning them and biting down.

It turns me on.

“Fine! I cave. You can have the strawberry.”

She giggles, takes it from me, and replaces my fingers with it in her lips.

“Thank you.”

After finally trying it, she discards it again. There’s a light in her eye that I haven’t seen before.

“Get on your knees,” she demands.

Oh, hell yeah.Perhaps it’s kind of cliché of me at this point to enjoy being domineered in the bedroom—being a successful man and all of that—but I don’t care.

It isn’t tall enough to stand up in, but I manage to do as she wishes without hitting my head on the straw top.

She untucks my shirt, removes my tie, and then starts unbuttoning.

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