Page 28 of Naughty Bedtime Stories

The man made her feel wonderful in all kinds of ways, and she knew she had to be careful—she had to remember Blake was a Master in some sex Society. Sex was his game, seduction his craft. She could enjoy him, and oh, man,she didenjoy him. But at no time could she allow herself to get emotionally attached or she’d get hurt. Right. Don’t get emotionally attached. Resolutely, she set the note back in the box and placed the lid back on top, sealing away her present, and with it, the flutter in her chest that said it was too late—she’d started getting attached before they’d ever had sex.Sexbeing the operative word. This was about sex. They’d have sex. Lots and lots of sex. She’d have orgasms. She’d be daring enough to give him a few orgasms he didn’t see coming. And she’d leave this experience more confident, more in touch with herself and her desires.

Kim didn’t hear from Blake the rest of the day, but somehow she knew he’d walk through the store’s door just before closing. Exactly why she’d made darn sure she’d sidelined Jessica’s questions and sent her packing early—a task made easier because of Jessica’s “hot” date. And it was a good thing because, sure enough, Kim was at the entrance to the store, about to lock up, when Blake walked in, still in his scrubs.

But even before he spoke, she knew something was wrong. Without even saying hello, he pulled her to him and gave her a short, passionate kiss, filled with something raw, edgy, that told her whatever was bothering him had nothing to do with her. She touched his face, studied him.

“Something happen at the hospital?”

He closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling, as if he didn’t want her to see what was in his expression. Kim locked the door and turned to him. He reached for her, pulling her close and kissing her again. She could feel the passion in him, the hunger. He wanted to forget whatever was bothering him, he wanted her to make him forget. Before she knew it, she was naked, bent over her chair, his fingers sliding along her sensitive flesh as he rolled a condom onto his erection.

And then he entered her from behind, thrusting into her with hard, fierce pumps. She barely remembered the condom he’d put on. She was certain he’d turned her around to hide whatever it was he was feeling. But he wasn’t hiding it. She felt it in the air, in his touch, tasted it in his kisses. The wildness in him, the anger at whatever had him so upset, fed into her like energy, like fire. She wanted to give him that release, the escape that he wanted. “Harder,” she cried out. “Harder, Blake.

More.”

He growled low in his throat, his hand on her hips as he gave her what she wanted. More.

Deeper. Faster. She was panting. “More.”

He reached around her and stroked her clit, his cock stroking her again and again, until she was shattering into a million, rainbow-colored pieces of white-hot pleasure. A sound of pure male demand ripped from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt and spilled himself inside her.

When the world stopped spinning, he pulled away, and helped her up. Then he turned away. She watched him walk toward the restroom by her office, unabashed about his nakedness, but she knew he was still not right, knew he’d walked away to hide. She’d spent a lifetime hiding from her sexuality, and, maybe, he’d done the same with his emotions.

Decision made, she went after him, ignoring her own lack of clothes, when she’d have never done so in the past. She found him standing at the restroom sink, head forward. She went to him and wrapped her arms around him, sliding between him and the sink. “Talk to me,” she said. “What’s wrong?”

“The mother of one of my interns was in a car accident today,” he said. “And he’d wanted me to operate, but I told him no. It was too personal, too close to me. He’d blame me if she died, and I’d be thinking about that when I was in surgery. There was another surgeon on staff that I trusted, a damn good surgeon.”

Her stomach knotted. “She died.”

He shook his head. “Yeah. She died.” He swallowed hard. “And he blamed me anyway.”

She touched his face, and he reached up and pulled her hand into his. “You need to understand who I am, Kim. I don’t do relationships for a reason. They’re a distraction I can’t afford with lives on the line.”

“I’m not asking for anything from you, Blake,” she said softly. “I know this is about sex, and I know you need to forget tonight. I…” Realization washed over her. He was here, with her, when he could have gone to one of his Society functions and found plenty of ways to forget what bothered him.

Her chest tightened with emotion. He’d chosen her. And she was choosing him.

She kissed his chest and then slowly slid down his body, until her back was against the sink cabinet. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which, she was pleased to find, was thick with arousal.

“I should demonstrate what I learned at the gallery.” Her tongue touched the tip of him, the salty proof of his arousal sliding against it. His cock jerked slightly, and she tightened her grip around him, smiling to herself, as she drew him into her mouth. She sucked and licked and teased and reveled at his urgency—his hand on her head, his shallow breathing.

He’d taken her on a wild journey the night before, forced her to overcome her insecurities, forced her to just be with him, to just focus on the pleasure. And tonight, she was going to do the same for him.

Chapter Seven

The sun was quickly disappearing behind Houston’s vast downtown skyline, when, for the first time in the month since Blake had been involved with Kim, he walked into the Alexander Wine Cellar, located a few blocks from the hospital and Kim’s store. Owned by Marcus Alexander, the Master of all Masters in the Society, the Cellar served the public, but it also hosted special members-only privileges that he intended to take advantage of tonight.

A month of fucking her every possible way he could think of, and he still hadn’t worked her out of his system. No…fuckingwas no longer the right word. Three nights before, they’dmade love.

Hell. He was pretty sure they’d been doing that from the beginning. But that night—that night, he’d been ten-feet-under in making love. And he’d done exactly what he’d done the last time she’d spooked him. He’d stayed away from her, thinking that would get her out of his mind. Then today, he’d actually caught himself thinking about her while reviewing a patient’s file. This had to end.Theyhad to end. Which meant he needed a good fuck to pull him back into reality, back into the Society.

Appropriately dressed in black slacks and a gray button-down shirt, Blake entered the main lounge area of the Cellar, where fine wine and rich mahogany furnishings gave off the Old World feel of money and luxury and made it popular with the upper echelons of the downtown crowd. One glance at the bar, and he found a target who he knew, even with her back to him—a blonde beauty named Cara, who flipped from Sub to Dominant, depending on her bedmates. She’d also been the woman on the red sheets at the gallery, which came with unfortunate memories of Kim, but he’d deal with it. He’d deal with about anything to try to get rid of the edge biting at his nerves.

Cara turned as he approached, gave him a lusty look and stood up. She didn’t speak, her silence telling him she knew what role she would play with him, her expression telling him she was ready to do whatever he wished, however he wished. And, fuck him, she was wearing a short, tightreddress.

Blake curled his fingers into his palms, unable to think of anything but Kim. He could take Cara up the long winding stairs to his left, to one of the private members-only rooms, tie her up and fuck her any which way he wanted, and yet somehow, he knew it wouldn’t be satisfying. It was then that he recognized what he’d been missing. He’d never been satisfied fully, never found what he’d needed, no matter how erotic the adventure. Until Kim. His distraction wasn’t about Kim—not directly. It was about him—trying to get where he was right now, right this moment. To the point of knowing that what he needed was her.

Cara gave him another quick once-over and sighed with regret, before leaning against the bar, elbows behind her, her ample cleavage thrust into view. “I’ll be here, if you change your mind.”

But he wouldn’t. Blake was a man on a mission, a man who went after what he wanted. And he wanted Kim and had every intention of telling her that and more, tonight.

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