Page 52 of High Stakes

He cradles my face in both his hands, tilting it up to meet his mouth as it descends on mine. The caress of his lips steals my breath. It’s an agonizingly gentle kiss that I would have thought him incapable of, and yet I feel the passion simmering just beneath its surface. This man has the power to destroy me.

“Don’t take my tough exterior for an inability to be soft, little one. You are a treasure, and I will always treat you as such.”

“Even if I sometimes like a tough exterior?”

His eyes shroud with heat and the corners of his mouth lift in a wicked smirk. “You’ll learn that I’m capable of giving you what you want, vixen. Keep going. What else?”

We’ve kissed twice, and I’m sitting here telling him one of my dirty fantasies, and I’m so turned on I can barely think straight enough to answer his questions. “The specifics of what happens aren’t as important. Impact play, orgasm control, fear play, I like it all. The important thing is the push and the pull of the two types of Dom.”

He strokes a hand down my cheek and puts his forehead to mine. “Why do you think you want this?”

“I’m a mixed bag of opposites myself. I like order and numbers, but sometimes I need to ride out into the desert and go as fast as I can on my motorcycle.”

His hand goes to the back of my neck, and he grips hard. “You have a motorcycle?”

My initial response is nervous laughter, but he narrows his eyes and squeezes harder at the back of my neck, compelling me to answer his question. “Had. I sold it to Matteo. But I’m sure he would give it back to me if I asked nicely.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” he grits out. “If you absolutely need the thrill of a motorcycle ride, I’ll take you out on mine.”

My eyes light up at the news that he has a bike of his own, and I choose to ignore the fact that he’s turned into an overprotective caveman. “What do you have?”

He shakes his head as suppressed laughter bursts free. “That is so not the point, little vixen.”

“Sorry,” I mutter.

“It’s a Ducati Panigale V4 SP2 if you must know.”

“That’s a slick bike. You definitely have to let me take it for a spin sometime.”

He clears his throat and gives me a stern glare. “Back to the topic at hand. Your fantasy. Tell me, would one Dom’s commands take priority over the other’s?”

I chew my lip as he trails a hand up one thigh. “I’ve always viewed it as a collaboration. Both of you working together, so that wouldn’t be a thing. It would be very uncomfortable if the two of you were fighting over which of your commands I obeyed.”

“Good answer. Does this conversation turn you on?”

I won’t lie to him, but I can’t seem to get my voice to work, so I nod.

He brushes my nose with a feather-soft kiss. “Good girl.”

Suddenly, the door between the sandwich shop and the back room opens and I hear my name.

“Bellamy! You back here, love? Where’s Tobias? I got his text.”

***

Owen

Finding Bellamy with her legs spread on her desk and Tobias standing in front of her is not what I expected based on his text.

Sexual tension is thick in the air despite them both being fully clothed. Her skirt isn’t even pushed up, but the mood is definitely erotic in here. It puts a knot in the pit of my stomach, but I push past it and smile. “Am I interrupting something here?”

I recognize lust on Bellamy’s face when she looks at me, and Tobias clears his throat. “Bellamy was telling me about her fantasy. The one we discussed last night.”

I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that he went to her with it. Part of me is glad. The other part is annoyed that he didn’t broach it with both of us.

“And what are your thoughts?”

“It seems my fiancée is very turned on right now, and I’m wondering what we might do about that.”

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