Page 61 of Full Mountie

Lachlan carefully nods. “Yeah. I wanted to make sure that was safe for you.”

She lifts her chin. “You kind of spoiled the vibe.”

I almost choke, and I grab my napkin. Shit.

Lachlan doesn’t blink, though. “No. That’s what it’s often like.”

“Oh.” A frown tugs her eyebrows together. “Then maybe flogging isn’t my thing.”

Ha. I doubt that very much. I wait for Lachlan to say what I’m thinking, but he stays quiet.

Fine. I cross my arms and lean back. “I think what we need to do is undo some of the assumptions you’ve got about kink.”

She snaps her attention to me. Her eyes are bright. Eager and ready to be corrected. My dick responds accordingly.

“Like what?” She sets down her cutlery and laces her fingers together.

“Domination and submission doesn’t need to be adversarial. In fact, it rarely is.”

“But you and Lachlan…”

I grin. “Yeah.”

“You snap at each other.”

“And it makes our dicks hard.” I get up and round the table. I smooth my hand over the nape of her neck and take her wine glass, setting it aside before I lean in and brush my lips against the curve of her ear. “But you are to be treasured. Completely different.”

She inhales shakily. “I’m not good at letting go of control.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

“Maybe I’m a top.”

I doubt that very much. “Even Dommes need to learn how to bottom. Let’s take it one experience at a time until you figure out what you like and what you don’t.”

“What if…” She’s looking across the table at Lachlan, but I’m right behind her. I can feel the nervous tremor run through her body. “What if we don’t like the same things?”

Lachlan’s hand curls into a fist. “We will.”

I settle my hands on her shoulders. “We know we’ve got some decent chemistry, right?”

She dissolves into relieved laughter. “Right. Yes.”

“So now we just need to find out if you like being spanked, too.”

She gasps. “No.”

“I gotta tell you. When you say no, that makes me want to do filthy things to you.”

She twists her head around and glares at me. “Pervert.”

“Guilty as charged.” I kiss her full on the mouth. “Finish your dinner. And give Lachlan your olives, he loves them.”

Lachlan raises one eyebrow and gives Beth a concerned look. “You don’t like olives?”

“They’re not my favourite thing. But I can eat around them, no problem.”

He shakes his head. “We can leave them out next time. I should have asked. Is there anything else you don’t like?”

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