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Her mouth opened, allowing him to shove his finger where his dick had been a minute before. When she sucked his cum off, he praised her. “Such a good girl.”
The twinkle in Reagan’s beautiful blue eyes confirmed she enjoyed being a good girl. The question was, would she like being his dirty girl as well? He hoped he’d have the opportunity to find out later that night.
“That was the best birthday present a guy could ask for, you know that, right?”
“Too bad,” she said playfully.
Her words confused him until she added. “Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, so the real present will have to come after midnight.”
Elijah’s breath hitched. Unsure how far he could push the beauty, he’d been worried things were moving too fast betweenthem. He was grateful she was still game to spend the rest of the weekend together.
Forcing himself to slow things down, he pushed to his feet, helping her stand before adding, “I can’t wait, but right now we need to get upstairs to get ready for dinner and the show I promised you tonight.”
“But you’ve spent too much money on me already…”
Elijah yanked Reagan against his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist as he held her immobile. A warning light was flashing in his brain, reminding him he was holding a ‘vanilla.’ A woman who knew nothing about his need to dominate. Hell, it was more than a need. Dominance was his true nature—his default setting.
This weekend he needed to override his default and soften. It was that or he could end up spending the rest of the weekend alone.
Forcing his voice to lose some of its edge, Elijah spoke against the shell of her ear. “I believe I’ve warned you of the consequences for bringing up how much money I’m spending, did I not?”
Holding her close gave him the ability to catch how her pulse had quickened… her breathing shallowed… her legs trembled under her.
Was Miss Reagan Murphy possibly a submissive? Or was that just wishful thinking on his part? There was only one way to find out.
“You did…” she answered, her voice quavering with the perfect mix of submission and anticipation.
The knock on the door of the suite ruined the moment.
“Dammit.” Glancing at the clock on the wall, Elijah felt a bit like Cinderella. They’d run out of time. “Looks like you get a small reprieve, baby. But be warned, this discussion isn’t over.”
Her full-body shiver was a good sign. The question was, did they excite or frighten her? Lucky for him, they still had the rest of the weekend to explore just how kinky the beauty might be.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
REAGAN
The clamor of the entire venue pushing to their feet for a rousing standing ovation jarred Reagan back to the present. She’d been so stuck in her head, she’d barely paid attention to the talented performers now taking their bows.
Allowing Elijah to pull her to her feet using their already linked hands, she released his grip long enough to add her own applause as the overhead lights brightened.
All around them, couples and families started moving toward the exit, yet Elijah stood tall next to her, letting people file out around them.
As always, she could feel the heat of his attention. His knowing gaze flamed the warmth that had blossomed inside her since meeting him. It wasn’t lost on her just how absent that warmth had been for a long time in her life.
“That was quite a show,” he said, making small talk.
Based on the near-constant touching between them at dinner and during the Cirque du Soleil show, Reagan suspected he hadn’t been paying the performers much attention either.
Dare she call him out on it?
Finally looking up into his eyes, she answered. “I think you should have saved your money.”
Why did his grin look predatory?
“Are you trying to object to my spending money again?”
“No!” she spat, realizing now how her statement might have implied that. Stumbling for the right words, she finally added. “It’s just… I’m not sure either of us was paying enough attention to the show to get your money’s worth.”
