Page 86 of Innocent Intentions

At dinner, she was docile. She let me pull her against me in bed without protest. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t still angry about the audiobook thing. Or even the orgasm denial.

Or maybe, just maybe, she feels the same way I do. That last night brought us closer.

I’m hoping it’s the latter.

When the smell of coffee reaches her, she stirs. She slowly sits up, her hair a tangled mess.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Morning.” She mutters, her voice hoarse and sleepy.

My lips twitch. She’s too cute.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” I hold up the mug. “I brought you something.”

Her eyes light up, as if this isn’t our daily routine.

My chest tightens.

Does she not realize I’ll bring her coffee every morning for the rest of our lives?

I settle on the bed beside her, still treading lightly.

“I’ve got some work to do,” I tell her, “but I have time for lunch.” I don’t actually have the time, but I’ll make some for her.

She nods sleepily, still rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. I hold the coffee just out of sight. The first sip will jolt her awake.

“I was also thinking we could watch another movie after dinner.” I add, keeping my tone casual. “How does that sound?”

She lets out a sleepy “Mhmm. Sounds good.”

I smirk. She has no idea what just she agreed to.

But that doesn’t matter.

In my book, this is our second date.

I press a kiss to her forehead, then hand over the coffee.

Walking out of our bedroom, I feel lighter than I have in weeks.

If I’d known the key to Margot’s obedience was between her legs, I would’ve had her long before now.

But I’m not going to give her a reason to regret last night. Tonight, she’s going to learn exactly how I treat her when she’s a good girl.

And I’m not going to fuck it up.

Chapter 32

Margot

It’s been a good morning.

Benny and I have been hanging out in the library. Besides taking him out to potty a few times, we haven’t been playing outside because the weather looks questionable.

By questionable, you mean that the sun is out, and you don’t want to risk sweating before your lunch date.

It’s not a date.

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