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  “Let’s go past the living room. There’s a bar that way.”

  “A fully stocked bar, I bet,” I muttered, returning his teasing grin.

  “Sassy tonight, are you?” He grabbed me with a hand at my waist and pulled me to him so fast my hands slammed against his chest. Hard chest. Curved pecs flexed beneath my fingertips. “Keep it up, if you’d like, but just know I’ll enjoy wiping that grin off your face later and giving you a completely different kind of look.”

  I dug my fingers into him instinctively. My nerves pulled taught as my sex spasmed.

  Pulling back from me, he grazed a finger from my ear, over my cheek and down to my chin. “That look...all soft and gooey mindless. That’s the look I prefer you having around me.” I had no words. Speech failed me. I lost myself in his promises and declarations and his chocolate brown eyes that said he’d deliver on everything he said. “Still need that drink?”

  More than one, now.

  “Please.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bennett

  Rebecca always thought I was an arrogant prick. I wasn’t an asshole. I respected the hell out of women—their beauty and their brains—and she knocked both out of the park. I was loyal as fuck to my friends, still kept in touch with guys I went to high school with more than twenty years later. If my parents needed something from me while they were living up the shuffleboard life down in Boca, I’d hop on a flight, charter one if I had to, to get to them as quick as possible.

  I was also astute. Everything in Rebecca was pulled so tight if I touched her again before she fucking relaxed, she’d snap, and not in the good way.

  “Do you know what sold me on this place?”

  Her gaze scanned my room, kept darting back to my windows and she nodded. “The view.”

  “No.” I turned the corner and she gasped. “The bar.” I waved a hand out toward the bar that was bigger than any actual one I’d sat behind as a customer. Same cherry wood and marble counters as the kitchen, the entire wet bar spanned the back length of the condo opening on the other side to the entertainment room. Behind it, the floor-to-ceiling windows continued with a door open to the wrap around balcony. Yeah, my place was the fucking shit.

  It was also big and more than once, I got really fucking tired of being in it alone. Not that I was planning on asking Rebecca to move in. But I hadn’t been lying to her. I’d imagined a dozen places in the condo where I could take her and drive her crazy.

  “Holy sweet mother of pearl,” she murmured. “How—do you have a lot of people over? Throw weddings here? This thing is huge.”

  “And fully stocked.”

  She walked between the wet bar and large island, running her hands down the length of the marble. “It’s bigger than any liquor store I’ve been in.”

  “Nice though, right?”

  She spun around and cocked her head. “You don’t even drink that much, do you?”

  “Never more than one glass when I play sexually.”

  Her brows drew tight. “But you offered me wine.”

  “Yeah, because you’re knotted up so tight you need to relax, but I’m not trying to get you drunk nor would I allow it.” I walked to her and curved my hands around her waist. Quickly lifting her, I spun her around and out of the way of the wine fridge before I set her back down. “So what would you like?”

  “You just...moved me out of the way.”

  “Cute that you seem surprised by that. I would think by now you’d be used to me putting you wherever I want you.”

  She blinked several times. “If this is your way of helping me relax, you’re failing.”

  “You wanted red?”

  Her voice softened, the sass evaporated and damn it, when she let down her guard, dropped her walls even a little, she was spectacular. “Yes, please. And thank you.”

  I searched for a bottle, grabbed one I’d opened the other night and poured her a glass. After handing it to her, I took her other hand in mine. “Come with me. There’s still more to see.”

  I led her around the corner of the bar area to the media room where I had a projection screen television set up for movies and Blackhawks games. I might have been from Michigan, but I was raised a loyal Chicago fan in all things. She pulled her hand from mine, spun in a slow circle, her smile widening with everything she saw, the fire pit on the balcony, pool table, old-school pinball machine games. Large rugs covered the wood floors, she even took in the trayed ceiling painted a similar mossy green as my walls. It’d cost a fucking fortune to have my place designed the way I wanted, but damn if I didn’t love everything about this room.

  Here was where I kicked off my suits, threw on my sweats and acted like the teenage kid I used to be.

  Her lips twitched and she took a sip of her wine. “You have pinball games.”

  “I like all manner of games.” I unbuttoned the cuffs of my dress shirt, rolling the sleeves up as I walked toward her. “Would you like to play or would you like to see my bedroom?”

  She took a healthy drink of her wine and set her glass down. “That depends, what kind of game are you planning on playing?”

  “Not nervous anymore?” I wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her against me.

  She hung on to my biceps, red painted fingernails digging into my muscle through my shirt. “No more than usual, I guess.”

  “You remember me telling you I’d thought of a dozen different places in this condo where I could spread you out?” At her nod, I dipped my head, brushed my nose over her temple. Delicate and feminine, the scent of her dove straight to my cock and he took notice. “Do you have preferences for where you’d like to begin or do you want me to decide?”

  “I have a choice?”

  “Always.” I pulled back, cupping her cheeks with my hands and tilted her chin up. “Remember, the choice is always yours. If I’m ever doing something that’s not getting you off or taking you where you need to go, if I’m ever doing something that hurts and you can’t handle it, your job is always to tell me. Use the safe words. That’s why we have them.”

  She trembled beneath my grip and slid her hands to my waist. “I have a question, then.”

  “Ask.”

  “At dinner, you didn’t want to choose what I ate, but you wanted to order for me. I don’t always understand when I’m supposed to defer to you or when I can just be, well me.”

  “Always be you.” She opened her mouth and I pressed the pad of my thumb to her lips. “In the bedroom, anytime we’re doing anything sexual, I’m in control. Ordering for you is chivalrous and I come from a family where the man takes care of his woman. My job, whenever we’re together is to make your life easier, to make you safe, whether it’s a restaurant, walking down the street, or giving you so many orgasms you think you’ll die if you have another one. That might confuse you, but that’s only because tonight I learned you’ve never had someone take care of you. You’ve never had that guy. And I’m going to show you, prove to you, just how good it is to have someone making you a priority, seeking to give you time off from needing to handle everything. In return, if I’m doing that right, your submission should become instinct. I take care of you, you please me. It really can be as simple as that.”

  “It’s so confusing and simple at the same time.”

  “I don’t want to change who you are. Eat whatever the fuck you want, wear whatever the hell you want. I’m attracted to you, want you in my bed and in this contract with me because you’re you. You start changing that, deferring to me about when you need to use the restroom or at the office, then I’ll tan your ass for not being you. Understand?”

  “Nope.”

  “You will.” I pressed my thumb against her lips harder, rockets exploded down in my balls as she took the cue, her tongue swirling around the pad of my thumb without me telling
her. “Take it,” I said, my voice gruff. Fuck, just her lips around my thumb had my dick jutting against my pants. “Suck me like you want my cock. Show me how much you want this.”

  She hummed, the vibration against my flesh made me lock my knees. Fuck. I hadn’t gotten off this morning when she was on her knees in front of me and it was all I could think about all day from not forcing her back there. Which I’d do.

  Soon.

  I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and tilted my head toward the pool table.

  “Go to the table and face it. Hold onto the edge.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, blowing out a heavy breath at the same time.

  “And strip on the way. I want to see a pile of your clothes all over my damn floor.”

  Her fingers went to the back of her skirt. She messed with the zipper and for a moment, I considered helping her, but fuck that.

  Her submission needed to be her idea, her actions.

  The skirt dropped to the floor and all concern left my brain. Light, lacy panties clung tight to her curved and plump ass. Not a thong. The lace covered half of each cheek. They were perfect.

  I fisted my hands at my sides to prevent from grabbing her and tossing her to the floor. I wanted to fuck her bent over the pool table, eat her out while she was spread out on top of it and then later, play a real game of eight-ball while she remembered everything we’d just done.

  “Hurry up, sub.”

  “The buttons are small, sir.” She grinned at me over her shoulder and victory sliced through me. A teasing glint in her eye and smile on her lips was so much better than the fear.

  “I can get scissors and cut it if you don’t hurry.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  I hitched my hands to my hips. “Wanna try me?”

  “Nope. No, sir.” She turned back and the silk blouse fluttered to the floor. Then her matching bra. She took another step forward, paused, and flashed me a wink over her shoulder while she pushed her panties down, wiggling them over her ass and thighs to the floor.

  “You’re stunning, Rebecca. So fucking beautiful. I want to lick every inch of you.”

  She moved to the pool table and bent over. Curling her hands over the edge, she wiggled her ass.

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Cheeky sub. Her playfulness was as sexy as her brains and submission.

  Yeah, she wasn’t just going to be my assistant for much longer. I had more plans for Rebecca that had nothing to do with bed play.

  I took my time moving to her, soaking in the expanse of her olive skin, her hair that fell over her shoulder and pooled on the felt. Her legs were long and toned, toes a bright red that matched her nails. “Spread your legs as wide as you can,” I said once I reached her.

  When she moved, I lifted my hand, brought it down right on the fleshiest parts of her ass.

  “Yowch!” she cried.

  I spanked her again. “What?”

  “Sir. Thank you, sir. Shit shit.” She wiggled her ass, shaking off the pain rippling through her.

  “You earned that from your sassy little wink earlier. If I want you to put on a show for me, I’ll tell you. Next time, keep it simple and obey. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now tell me, you wet?”

  “Yes, dripping.”

  I tapped her ankle with my foot. “Pardon me, sub.”

  “Sir. I’m dripping sir. Sorry.”

  “You’ll learn.” Quickly, I divested myself of my own clothing, belt clanking as my pants fell to the floor. I whipped my tie through the collar of my shirt and tossed it on the table, removing my shirt next. “We haven’t talked about this, and I know I told you any kind of pleasure you receive will come from my hands. You have a problem being tied up or blindfolded?”

  I didn’t do it frequently, but I liked having the option.

  Her gaze fixed on my silver tie and she bit her bottom lip. “I think I’d be okay with being tied, sir.”

  “Blindfolded?”

  “I’d prefer to be able to see you.”

  I pressed my lips to her spine and she quivered beneath me. “You don’t trust me enough yet to take away your vision, and before you argue, I understand, Rebecca. But I do want to tie your hands together.”

  I kissed down her spine. Every time I did, her breathing quickened, harsher and louder. “That’s okay, sir.”

  “Beautiful,” I murmured, shifting to kiss above one of her hips. That fleshly soft part at a woman’s waist drove me crazy. “We’ll start slow, you tell me if it hurts or it’s too tight, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  I took my tie and guided her hands to her lower back. Wrapping the tie around her wrists, I left it loose enough she could pull her hands apart a few inches, but couldn’t remove it.

  “Ready?” I asked. I ran my hand down her back, ending at her ass where I massaged my earlier slap. I hadn’t done it hard enough to leave a mark, and tonight I didn’t want to. I’d save it for tomorrow so when she was at work, she was sitting on a sore ass, unable to stop thinking about me.

  “Mr. Ashby, please, sir.”

  My dick jutted out, seeking her heat as she called my name. I’d fucking missed it, more than I would admit.

  “Please what, sub?”

  Her eyes closed harshly and she opened them, lips parting. “Fuck me, sir.”

  “Ah, sub, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rebecca

  Damn it, damn it, damn it. He drove me crazy. The felt from the table abraded my nipples, scratching the hardened points every time I shifted.

  Which I couldn’t do much of anyway.

  Every time he touched me, I tensed, waiting for more, but he wasn’t being harsh. His gentle kisses and touches were almost worse than the pain he so easily delivered.

  “My dick’s been hard for you since this morning. Later, you’re going to get on your knees and take my dick down your throat, like you begged for earlier. Do you want that?”

  His fingers slid through my pussy and I jumped. “Please.”

  He entered me harshly, but it didn’t matter. I was soaking wet, primed and ready for him. Two fingers thrusting into me wasn’t nearly enough to quell the stampede racing through me. I moaned as he pressed his thumb to my clit, massaging it harshly until I was arching into him, my hips bucking for more.

  “What would you like now?”

  “I need to come, please.”

  He laughed huskily and deep against the back of my neck. His chest pressed against my back. My arms, tied behind me, were trapped between us as he pressed me harder against the pool table. I grazed his lower abdomen with my fingers, the only part of him I could touch.

  “Sometime this week,” he groaned in my ear. His dick pushed against my crease, sliding toward my entrance and then back, “You’re going to the doctor and getting tested. I will, too. I want to take you bare and sink my dick into your wet heat. You with me on this?”

  “I’m clean. I had a test months ago, after the last time I was with anyone.”

  “You on the pill?”

  His thumb on my clit was doing delicious things, circles and the perfect amount of pressure driving me to the brink of distraction. He pinched it and I squealed. “Yes, yes, I’m on the pill.”

  His hand left my clit and my pussy and then his dick was there, gathering my wetness around his tip. “Do you trust me? I’m clean, too.”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you.”

  “Jesus, Rebecca. I’ll prove it to you with a test anyway.” His forehead pressed against the back of my shoulder. He kissed across my back to the nape of my neck, lifting my hair and massaging my scalp. “You’re so fucking perfect for m
e. Don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m fucking thankful.”

  My heart rioted against my chest. His words. How did he always know the right thing to say?

  “Gonna fuck you now. Come as often as you need to. Just make sure you’re screaming my name when you do. Got it?”

  “Oh, God.”

  The heat of his chest against mine disappeared and a stinging smack landed on my ass. I groaned, arching my back. “Hell, you love this shit.”

  I did. I rubbed my cheek along the felt, as I tried to nod. He didn’t need an answer. Thrusting forward, he drove his hard dick into me so harshly I flew to my tiptoes. His hands clamped around my shoulders. He fucked me relentlessly, pulling me back to him. His hips snapped forward, the tip of his dick running against my G-spot and holy freaking shit. Without a condom, he seemed larger, harder, a rod of steel he continued to fuck me with while I cried out beneath him from the glorious pleasure.

  “Bennett!” I cried as my pussy clamped around him and my orgasm shot through me. My body quaked and I lost all sense of time. His groans and my whimpers filled the room, the sound of our wild sex.

  “Fuck, yes, Rebecca. Give it to me, give me all of you.”

  How terrifying. I had to find a way to keep something from him. He could never have my heart but somehow, he was trying to worm himself in with his hard fucking and gentle looks and professional praises.

  I’d think about it later, when I could think straight.

  My hands touched his stomach again, barely-there brushes of his skin was all I could reach and then the heat from his body disappeared.

  One hand went to my shoulder, the other to my hip and he yanked me up so my back was to his chest.

  “Oh my God.” The new position sent him deeper, tightened my still clenching pussy. My head fell back to his shoulder as he continued plundering into me, setting me on fire from the inside out.

  “I can’t.” I shook my head. “I can’t go again. It hurts.”

  “Feels good, too, right?” He grunted.

  “God, yes.”

  “Then you can take it.” He slid a hand to my breast, teased and pinched my nipples. A shot of electric energy soared through me and I opened my eyes, seeing nothing but sparkling lights from the city in the distance. “Oh, shit.”