Page 20 of Flog Me, Sir

Lissa panted for breath, melted against my chest.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she whispered, and a shuddered sigh rippled through her body. “Ten times better than reading or writing a sex scene.”

I chuckled. “Hmm. That means my dick was better than your dildos and fantasies.”

“Hell, yes.”

I laughed again, nuzzling my nose into her hair. “Does that mean these benefits can continue?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tonight,” I said, lifting her up so I could look into her gorgeous eyes again. “After the dinner party ... will you meet me at the church? Will you allow me to show you a little more of my preferred lifestyle?”

She hesitated, and I rubbed a thumb along her jawline, my fingers tangling in her hair I’d pulled from her ponytail.

“Okay.”

“I’ll make it good for you, Lissa,” I whispered against her lips. “Promise.”

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