Page 37 of His Own Heaven

When he could see she wasn’t going to obey him, he sighed heavily, hooked his hand under her knee, and lifted her foot for her, causing her to grab his shoulders or risk falling on her arse. When she was steady, he reached between her legs and gently cleaned her. “Do you think me less dominant for kneeling down to wash your cunt?”

She dropped her gaze and shrugged. “At this point, I don’t know what to think.”

“Would you like to know what I think?”

Lucy nodded, her bottom lip pinned between her teeth.

“I think being dominant isn’t just about playing with pretty subs, and it sure as hell isn’t just about fucking.” Toby set her foot back on the floor and got to his feet. “Being dominant means taking care of my submissive in any and every way she needs me to. It’s all those little in-between things, those everyday things like tucking in the tag on the back of your dress before taking you out to dinner, or holding you tightly after you wake from a nightmare, or getting on my knees to wash between your legs. I’m never so dominant as when I’m taking care of you, Lucy. Never forget that.”

In a blur of movement, Lucy was suddenly pressed against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her head buried against his naked chest. She sniffed and her body shook. Was she was crying?

“Hey,” he said gently, lifting her chin so she had to look up at him. “What’s wrong?”

She sniffed again, her cheeks damp with freshly shed tears and a grimace twisting her lips. “You were right last night. I’m not used to this.”

He remembered their conversation on the couch. “Intimacy, you mean?”

She nodded. “I’ve had a lot of sex with a lot of people, but I’m only just realising I’ve never been intimate with any of them. Not like this. Not like you.” She pulled away and he let her, gave her the space she needed to feel safe. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m messing this up.” She swiped her hands over her eyes, sniffed as she brushed away her remaining tears and pressed her hands to her cheeks.

Toby grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer again, wanting to show her she wasn’t alone. “No you’re not. This is new territory for me too.”

Lucy smiled weakly. “I guess we both suck at following the rules, huh?”

“Some rules are meant to be broken,” he said, lowering his mouth over hers but not quite touching.

Her warm breath brushed over his lips when she said, “Like sleeping with your staff?”

“Or sleeping with your boss.”

“Or only spending one night.”

“Or no-strings sex.”

Her breathing quickened. “Strings are messy. They get tangled and tie you up.”

Toby grinned wolfishly. “You should’ve realised after last night, but I like tying you up.” He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, then slipped his jeans-clad thigh between her legs and swallowed her moan when she rubbed against him. With a groan he pulled back and then smoothed Lucy’s hair away from her face, enjoyed the way the soft strands tickled his palms. “We should get back before Charlie eats all the bacon.”

Smiling, she nodded. “Yes, Sir. And how should we punish him if he has eaten all the bacon?”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

Toby slapped her arse again and sent her ahead of him, giving him a few moments to think. He barely knew this woman who had come into his life, yet he felt like he’d known her forever.

How was that possible? Why did he feel so protective of her, so possessive? How could it feel so right so fast?

And how long would it take before it all fell apart?

Because it would.

It always did.

But until that time came, he’d enjoy the fuck out of her. Even if it was only for a weekend.

Chapter Thirteen

The weekend flew past in a blur of sex and intimacy and everyday things.

Saturday bled into Sunday, time ceasing to have all meaning as they talked and slept and fucked in accordance with their own wants and needs. No schedule, no dinner at eight or bed at eleven, they just were. They just did. And the outside world was all but forgotten.

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