Page 27 of Flog Me, Sir

“Garret...” a breathless word filled with deep emotion, a simple name—and I came, crying out against his slow, easy thrusts.

He captured my mouth once more and buried deep, groaning as his cock pulsed deep against my womb.

Perfection.

* * *

I guzzleda bottle of water as Garret tended to me, gently wiping between my thighs with a hot, wet towel. There hadn’t been real pain involved in our scene, and while I felt a bit disappointed in that fact, I found myself melting onto the bed beneath me, spent and satisfied beyond what I’d expected.

“What’s the frown for?” Garret asked while setting the towel aside.

I smoothed my brow, not realizing I’d frowned. “I expected more pain tonight.”

“The crop isn’t meant for giving pain,” he said. “I didn’t want to take you too far the first time.”

“Mmm.” I melted onto the bed. The first time...

“No bad memories?”

“None.” I smiled up at him.

Garret settled in the bed beside me and gently brushed hair off my forehead with his fingertips. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I could die a happy woman.”

He chuckled and pulled me into his arms, resting my cheek against his rock hard chest. I closed my eyes, soaking in the affection, the gentle caress of his hands on my back along my spine.

“I’d rather if you stayed around a bit longer,” he said, his breath hot against my scalp.

Sighing, I snuggled against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” I mumbled, one of my hands grasping hold of his ass cheek.

Garret hugged me tighter—and I realized that he would be going somewhere.

“When are you returning to Boston?” I asked, trying not to sound like a whiny kid whose toy faded into oblivion before their tear-filled sight.

“Brock is picking me and Rian up tomorrow night.”

I knew Brock was the man who flew Adam back and forth from the estate to Boston in his helicopter, but I didn’t recognize the second name. Rather than dwell on having less than twenty-four hours left between us, I asked about Rian.

“He’s our friend in the FBI. The good looking guy with his hair pulled back in a pansy-ass man bun.”

“I didn’t notice.”

Garret huffed a snort. “Please. Every woman notices Rian.”

“I only had eyes for you.”

“Mmm.” He nuzzled his nose into my hair. “Stroke my ego a bit more, Lissa.”

I laughed. “Tonight was perfect. You were perfect.”

“More.”

He seemed to be joking—but I knew he craved the attention and praise he’d never received as a child.

“Your teasing touch drove me mad in the best way possible,” I continued, my eyes closed as I smiled against his chest. “The crop on my nipples was like a shot straight to my clit, and your denying me where I wanted it most—”

“On your clit?”

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