Page 55 of Perfect Harmony

“You kissed her.”

“You know I didn’t. And you know why Ididn’t kiss her.”

She swallowed down the moan when he nippedat her earlobe. “I – why didn’t you?”

“Because it’s only you I want, Princess.”

This time she did moan, a soft whispering soundthat drifted from her mouth. She had no idea what had gotten into Gideon, butshe didn’t want him to stop.

He lifted his head and studied her face. “Howdid you sleep last night?”

“I – uh, what?” She blinked at him.

“Did you sleep last night? Because if youdidn’t, we need to come up with a solution.”

Her tongue darted out to wet her dry bottomlip and his low groan sent shivers of awareness down her spine. “Maybe youshould sleep in my bed again tonight.”

“I don’t want to keep kicking you out ofyour bed.”

“I suppose the guest bed isn’t ascomfortable as mine,” he said.

She moaned again when he pressed his lowerbody against hers, nestling his thick thigh between hers with rough pressure.There was hardness against her hip, hot and familiar even after three years,and her body arched as he dropped his gaze to her tits. She wanted to grindher pussy against his thigh, wanted to find the relief she was suddenly desperatelyneeding.

“You could join me in your bed,” she said.

She waited for him to withdraw, waited forthat mask to drop down on his face, concealing the same lust and desire he feltfor her that she felt for him. She was pushing him too far, too fast. Hell,she had no idea what was happening or why he was finally giving in to the attractionbetween them, but she needed to shut the hell up. They were both teetering atthe edge of the cliff. Hearing her voice was bound to push him away from theedge and back to the safety he found in the denial of his true desire.

“I could,” he said. “But if you’re in mybed with me, Princess, you follow my rules.”

“What rules?”

“Your body belongs to me. Your orgasmsbelong to me. You do exactly what I tell you without argument. You don’t,” heleaned closer, his breath stirring the tendrils curling at her temple, “comeunless I say you can come. When I tell you to spread your legs so I can fuckyou, you spread them like my good girl. When I say, ‘hands and knees’, you geton those hands and knees of yours, and show me how wet your pretty pussy is formy cock.”

She couldn’t breathe. She literallycouldn’t suck in a single lungful of air.

“You give up control, Gracie. You give upyourcontrol to me.” Gideon’s voice was deep and almost hypnotic.

She hated giving up control. She’d onlysurvived her childhood because she’d taken control of her life and learned howto fend for herself when her parents couldn’t be bothered to make her apriority.

Her control was what kept her safe. Whathelped her survive. To give that up…

“Do you agree, Princess?’ Gideon pressedhis erection against her hip, and this time she couldn’t help but grind herpussy against his hard thigh. “Will you be my good girl when I’m fucking you?”

God help her, she was going to say yes. Theidea of giving control to Gideon was intoxicating in its foreignness. Hewanted control as much as she did, needed it, and there was a very deep part ofher that wanted to know what it would be like to let him call the shots when itcame to her pleasure.

“Maybe you need to see what I can do to youbefore you make a decision.” His tone was teasing, his fingers feather lightas they traced over her collarbone.

“We can’t do anything here,” she said. “We’rein Wanda’s bathroom for God’s sake. They’re right down the hall in the kitchen.Hell, Cheri is probably standing outside this room and listening.”

“Then let’s give her something to listento,” he said.

“Gideon, we can’t, we -”

He stopped her protests with a kiss. Shearched into him immediately, sliding her arms around his broad shoulders andreturning his kiss with a total lack of shame. She’d dreamed about his kissesfor three fucking years, wasn’t it time she got the real thing again?

His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting andteasing and driving her wild. His big hand cupped one breast and she archedinto him again, rubbing her pussy against his thigh with firm and urgentstrokes.

He pinched her nipple hard and swallowedher cry of pain and ecstasy. Surprise was weaving its way in with the lust. Didshe like that sharp bite of pain? She couldn’t… could she?

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