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She wanted to blurt out “nothing,” but that wasn’t an answer Sir would accept. Instead, she gave him the truth with a spin on it to hide her true feelings. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to look for another Dom, Sir.”

His lips brushed over her forehead, and she closed her eyes, savoring the sweet act. His voice was hoarse when he whispered, “You will be someday, Tiffany. You deserve to be happy with someone you love.”

Chapter7

Cordell’s heart squeezed painfully in anguish as he thought about the day he would have to let go of the woman he’d fallen in love with. It would kill him, but he’d meant what he’d just said to her—she deserved someone she wasinlove with. While he didn’t doubt she cared for him, maybe even loved him in some respects, that wasn’t enough. If she didn’t feel for him what he felt for her, over time, any romantic relationship between them would end in disaster. He couldn’t do that to her.

For now, though, he’d create memories he could store in the far recesses of his mind for when she was gone.

Running a hand over her naked hip, he knew what would drain the tension he now felt in her rigid body. “Let’s play for a while. Lie facedown across my lap, Pet.” With her slender frame and the comfortable couch, he didn’t have to worry about aggravating his hip.

A shudder went through her a second before she stood to follow his order. His sub loved erotic spankings, as opposed to receiving one as a punishment, and would be into subspace soon. Then he would make love—no, have sex with her, bringing them both the pleasure they always found together.

Before she draped herself over his thighs, he grabbed a small throw pillow and put it in his lap. Once she was in position, the extra padding elevated her beautiful round ass. Kneading each globe, he brought her blood to the surface. He wouldn’t be hitting her hard enough to bruise her ivory-toned flesh, but she would still feel the sting in the morning.

Lifting his hand, Cordell dropped his open palm on her right ass cheek, and as he expected, Tiffany let out a delicious moan that went straight to his groin. He peppered her ass and upper thighs with strikes, changing the location and intensity each time and occasionally pausing to caress where he’d hit her, holding in the erotic heat she was feeling. The aromatic scent of her growing arousal reached his nose, and he inhaled deeply. Her hips squirmed a little, but she made no attempt to avoid his hand. Her sensual moans and gasps were music to his ears. He was hard as granite, grateful he’d changed into a loose pair of sweatpants and put the pillow between his groin and her pelvis. Otherwise, he’d already be inside her and they’d be nearing the finish line. As much as he wanted that, he also wanted to take care of his submissive the way she deserved, the way she needed.

“Give me a color, Pet.”

“Green, Sir,” she replied between rapid pants. “So green.”

Pushing her legs apart, he slid his fingers down to her slit where she was soaking wet. He teased her with several short strokes, just inside her core, but not far enough to hit her G-spot before circling her clit.

Tiffany whimpered. “Please, Sir. Please let me come!”

Sometimes he got off on delaying her release until she was a babbling mess, but tonight he needed her too badly to hold off.

“C’mere, Pet. Straddle me.”

As she got herself up and situated, he got rid of the pillow and pushed his sweatpants down to his knees. Tiffany glanced down, kissed her fingertips, then brushed them across the scars on his hip—the circular one from the bullet that’d hit him was intersected by the surgical ones. It was something she did occasionally did as a reminder of how close he’d come to being killed in the line of duty. The gesture was sweet and almost reverent and always made his heart clench.

When she lifted her gaze and smiled at him, he grabbed the condom he’d tossed on the couch beside him and quickly put it on. With a lick to her right nipple, he said, “Ride me, baby. Take me with you.”

Lifting herself up onto her knees, she inched forward until her pussy was directly over his waiting cock. He held himself steady as she slowly eased down onto him. The heat and pressure were erotically excruciating—to the point his eyes slammed shut as he mentally went over a stack of invoices on his office desk to keep from blowing right then and there. He wanted her to come first.

Grasping her ass cheeks in both hands, he lifted and dropped her, impaling her over and over again. Her breaths and gasps were coming faster, and he wasn’t far behind.

“I-I’m close, Sir! Please!”

Bringing one hand around to her front, he thumbed her clit, pushing hard as he thrust up into her. “Come for me, sweet girl.”

The words had barely left his lips when she exploded around him. She threw her head back and screamed her release as her body quaked with the impact. As she involuntarily squeezed his cock, his own orgasm raced down his spine, and he roared as he filled the condom.

Moments later, her spent form draped over him as they both tried to catch their breaths. When he could finally stand again, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom and set her on the counter. After tossing the used condom in the waste can, he turned on the shower, waited until the water was warm enough, then moved her in there. She was so sated, she needed the support of the wall as he cleaned her from head to toe and back up again. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him soap up and rinse himself off.

Grabbing a towel, he dried her off, then himself. Tiffany fell asleep less than a minute after he tucked her in bed next to him, but it would be another two hours before he finally succumbed to slumber himself. He’d been too busy memorizing every little detail about his sweet submissive for when she belonged to someone else.

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“Oh my God! It’s beautiful!”Tori said as she climbed out of their rented SUV by the front entrance to the resort where Tiffany had been waiting for her and the others to arrive. Tori gaped in awe at the transformation, and Tiffany completely understood what her cousin was feeling. Even though there were still things the workers had to complete, the new Master Key Resort was a huge improvement over the small, 1970s-style hotel it’d replaced. Every day, Tiffany had been taking pictures—before and after shots—so she could put them in an album as a grand opening present for Tori, Ty, and Mitch.

“Holy shit!” Angie and Kristen both exclaimed as they exited the vehicle and joined Tori. They were as stunned as she was as they took in everything they could see from where the valet stand would eventually be located. On the other side of the rented SUV, Cordell, Dante, and Cooper walked up and greeted Mitch as he got out of the driver’s seat. The group had chartered a private plane to fly them into the airport in Marathon. Earlier in the week, Tiffany had learned that Ty wouldn’t be coming because he had to work tomorrow. She knew he was a stockbroker but was thinking about changing professions because of the constant stress. The problem was he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do instead. His future wife and husband had assured him they would support his decision, whatever it ended up being.

Tori’s mouth was still slack-jawed as Tiffany gave her a hug. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“It looks a gazillion times nicer than the plans and mockup, and I thought it was gorgeous even from them.”

“Yay! You’re here!” The ever-bubbly Sasha rushed out from the lobby and threw her arms around Tori, Angie, and then Kristen, in that order. While, technically, she wasn’t starting her new job until tomorrow, their boutique manager had come in about two hours ago to begin sorting through some of the inventory that’d been delivered yesterday. There’d been no point taking the new boxes over to the storage unit since everything for the shop was being brought back to the resort tomorrow morning. The security had been beefed up, with everything being under lock and key and armed guards from a local private company patrolling inside and out. Most of the members of Dante’s team who hadn’t yet reported for work had agreed to start a week or two early and would be arriving over the next several days. She’d also wanted to be there to see her friends when they arrived.

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