Page 26 of Naughty Bedtime Stories

With a predatory stride, he closed the distance between himself and her, thinking of that night in the gallery, of how he’d watched her dress while fighting the urge to pull her back into his arms and take her right there and then. He’d seen the vulnerability in her, seen her hope that he’d stop her from leaving. But she’d been spooked, and truth be told, so had he—and he still was. Kim stirred something inside him, something raw and hungry, that didn’t compare to what he’d felt in the past.

And he’d been plenty raw and hungry, many times.

His fingers curled into his fists as he approached the door, images tearing through him and thickening his cock—Kim riding him, Kim bent over him, that mass of silky red hair draped over his stomach as she pleased him with her mouth. And he knew what this distraction with Kim had to be—the only explanation for what he felt. This was about the chase. Kim stirred the primal male in him, the man who wanted to hunt, the one who was more than pleased to make her his prey—to be her Master, make her his Submissive. To claim his control as he always had. But this was no Society game to him, no game at all. He had no intention of waltzing into the store and playing a charade of business and books. No. He was going to tell her all the ways he planned to please her, starting today, in her store, on the damn bookstore counter for all he cared. But he would find his way inside her before the night ended.

Adrenaline poured through him as he pushed open the door to her store and found her standing behind the counter, her head down, red curls hiding her face. Her gaze lifted to the doorway, her expression filled with surprise and trepidation, her ivory skin, pure perfection.

“Blake. Uh…hi,” she said finally, shoving a lock of hair behind her ear, something he’d noticed she did when she was nervous, a tiny act she somehow made incredibly sexy. There was a glimmer of pleasure in her eyes, of happiness to see him, and he realized a part of him had feared she wouldn’t want to see him, that she’d be too hurt, too scared…too something that he couldn’t fix.

He surveyed the store, seeing no one in sight. “Are we alone?” he asked, to be certain.

She nodded. “Yes.”

He locked the door, and pulled the shade, before facing her again. “I shouldn’t have let you go the other night.” He could smell her perfume, her delicate scent. He inhaled it, expanding his chest in his dark blue T-shirt, feeling his cock thicken against the zipper of his jeans.

“I shouldn’t have rushed away like I did, but…I just don’t know how to be in that world.”

He rounded the counter, and she turned to face him.

She bit her lip and shook her head. “I was in way over my head, Blake, and we both knew it then, and now.”

“I rushed you. That was my fault. I won’t make that mistake again. But Kim—you weren’t in over your head. What you were was incredibly sexy.” Like now. She was wearing faded jeans and an emerald-green T-shirt that read “book lover” and made her green eyes sparkle like the stones themselves. He reached for her and she didn’t resist. She was petite and perfect in his arms, too perfect for him to have waited a week to see her again.

“No,” she said. “I was—”

He slid his hand into her hair. “Incredibly sexy,” he repeated. “And apparently I didn’t do a good enough job of showing you that, either, or you wouldn’t doubt it. I intend to remedy that, as well.

I’m going to kiss you now, Kim.”

Her hand flattened on his chest, but she didn’t push him away. “That’s not a good idea. Blake, I—”

“No more Society play,” he assured her, the words, though unplanned, coming easily to his lips.

He didn’t want to share Kim. He’d hated her exchange with Marcus, and he’d never felt such a thing before her. “Just you and me, Kim.” He leaned in to claim her mouth, his body throbbing with her nearness, with how much this woman drove him crazy by doing nothing but being herself. “You have my word.”

“No,” she said. “I can’t ask that. I’ll feel like you want more—”

“Of you,” he assured her, and slid his hand over her backside and molded her hips to his, then slid his hand up her back.

“Blake,” she whispered softly, her arms timidly wrapping around his neck, bringing her closer, her breasts pressed to his chest.

“I wantyou,Kim. All of you. You gave me a glimmer of what that means, and I won’t be satisfied until I’ve found every hot spot on your beautiful body, and shown you more ways to come than you ever knew possible.” He brushed his lips over hers. “But you have to say yes, and mean it.

No running. No letting inhibitions and insecurity get in the way.” He kissed her, a deep, sensual slide of his tongue against hers, controlled, without the savage need inside him unleashed for fear he’d scare her. “Say yes.” He nipped her lip, then licked it. “Say yes and let me take you, right here and now.”

“No Society,” she whispered. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely,” he assured her, meaning it. This high she gave him, this hot, burning need, was what he’d searched for inside the Society, what he thought he could only achieve there. But he’d been wrong. “Say yes, Kim.”

“Yes.”

His mouth closed down over hers before the word was fully formed, sealing their agreement with a long stroke of his tongue, even as he brushed his hand over her breast and then began undressing her. There were no Master and Submissive rules. All he wanted right now was her to feel free, for her to know how much he wanted her. A frenzied rush of clothes flying everywhere consumed them—his hands and hers roaming, touching, tugging away material. He had her on the counter, legs spread as he stepped between them—in a whirlwind of a minute max.

Then he kissed her all over again, drinking her in, and still wanted more. He barely managed to tear his mouth from hers to rip the condom he’d removed from his pants open with his teeth and then slide it over his thick, jutted erection.

The instant he reached for her again, wrapping his arm around her waist, she scooted closer, widened her legs in an invitation he accepted by sliding inside her and thrusting deep. She sucked in a breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation of her wet, tight body clenching him rocketed through him from his cock to every inch of his body.

“I’ve wanted you since the day I met you,” he told her, lifting her off the counter, so that he held her fully. “This time is going to be fast and hard, to take the edge off. Then I’m going to kiss you from head to toe, and find all your little sweet spots.” He kissed her, and began to pump into her. She pressed herself against him, her breasts to his chest in what started as a slow, seductive rhythm, and quickly turned as wild as their ravenous kisses.

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