Page 82 of Perfect Harmony

He swallowed hard. “It isn’t what youthink it is, Princess.”

“Then tell me what it is.” Her fingers tracedthe length of his cock through his jeans.

“It isn’t just a bit of slap and tickle,”he said. “I want to spank you. I want to handcuff you to my bed or put youover my knee and spank you until your ass is red and sore and swollen. I wanttotal control over you in bed.”

He leaned closer, using one finger underher chin to tip her head up until she was staring directly at him. “You won’twant to give that control to me, and that will only make me more determined totake it. And I will take it, Princess.”

“Gideon…”

“If you’re in my bed, you’ll do exactly whatI say,” he wound his hand into her dark hair, “when I say it. Is that what youwant?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I like control.”

“I know you do,” he said. “But I needcontrol in bed, and I won’t fuck you until you give me yours. Can you do that?”

“I can try.”

He studied her with his hand still wrappedin her hair. Could she give up control? He honestly didn’t know.

“Let me try,” she said. “I know we can’thave a relationship. I know this isn’t love, but we can’t keep living thisway. Our friends, the people we love, they’re being affected by the tensionand the anger between us. Maybe if we…”

“If we what?”

“Maybe if we fuck, if we get this out ofour system, we can go back to how it used to be. Hell, maybe we’ll find out we’renot compatible in bed and it’ll be easy to be friends again,” she said.

Maybe she was right. Maybe if they hadsex, things would go back to normal.

You know it won’t. Don’t fool yourself into-

He shut down his inner voice. Grace was offeringhim what he wanted most. Right or wrong, he wouldn’t turn it down. Not again.

He bent his head and kissed her hard on themouth, taking her by surprise. He tightened his grip on her hair, pushing histongue between her lips to take what he wanted. She clung to him, returning hiskiss with an eagerness that made his cock painfully hard.

He pulled back, shaking his head when shetried to kiss him again. “No.”

She stared at him, her mouth swollen and redas she rubbed her pelvis against his erection. He wanted to take her to hisbed and bury his face in her pussy. But he needed to know if she would givehim what he wanted. Needed to know if she meant what she said about trying.

“On your knees, Princess.”

“What?” She blinked at him, resisting alittle when he pressed on her shoulder with his free hand.

“On your knees.”

She hesitated a few more seconds beforekneeling gracefully in front of him. His cock turned to absolute stone. How manytimes had he fantasized about Grace on her knees in front of him? Too many to count.

“Good.” He stroked her hair back from herface. “Unbutton my jeans.”

Her hands trembling, she unbuttoned hisjeans before pulling the zipper down. He groaned when her knuckles brushed againsthis throbbing cock.

She curled her hands into the waistband of hisbriefs and tugged without asking permission. He decided to let it go this time.His cock popped free, the tip already wet with precum.

She licked her lips and leaned forward, herhand reaching for him, her mouth opening.

“No.” He pulled sharply on her hair, makingher gasp. “Ask permission, Princess.”

She stared up at him with just a hint ofimpatience. He bit back his grin and waited.

“I’d like to suck your cock,” she said.

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