Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
“You know why, Zach. I told you. I was way more attracted to you than I should be, and those hard slaps of yours are not helping. Damn Doms are always too soft. They think I’m fragile or something.”
She liked it rough. If he’d had worries she didn’t understand the word, they were overwritten now because he wasn’t holding back and she was taking it all beautifully. “You’re not fragile, but you need to understand that there’s a place for sarcasm, Taggart. I know it’s your family’s love language, but I don’t want it here. Not when I’m trying to get to know you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she offered sweetly.
The sarcasm was part of her DNA, but there was a well of sweetness in this woman that it seemed like no one had tapped yet, had been smart enough to wrap around himself and get warmed by. “What did you like about the scene we watched?”
Another smattering of slaps across her backside. Her skin was getting a hot sheen to it and yet there was nothing but a restlessness to her slight movements. As though she wanted more, wanted to tempt him to give her everything.
“It was raw. It was real. They didn’t hold back. Well, Carys did at first, but then she went for it. I don’t know. It gave me some hope for them,” she admitted. Her hand wound around his ankle, steadying herself for the blows she knew were coming.
He gave them to her. Hard smacks that had her stiffening and releasing, breathing unsteady gusts of air. He liked the honesty. All she’d been willing to tell him before was she found it hot. So he now felt better about asking the questions he was interested in. “Did you like the ménage?”
Her hand moved on his leg. “Yes.”
Another smack and then he caressed her, tracing the red spots with his fingertips. So pretty. “Is it something you’re interested in?”
“I don’t think that’s for me, Sir. I like watching it, but I’ve never wanted to participate. I think I’m a one-man woman. Unless you have someone in mind.”
Three smacks. He did not. Actually, the thought kind of made him violent. He’d spent a whole two hours with this woman, and he was already possessive as hell. “I’m definitely a one-woman man. I can’t handle two subs, and I would struggle to share with another dominant partner. I’m not that patient or tolerant. I’m going to touch your pussy, sweetness. Spread your legs a little.”
Her hand tightened around his ankle but she did as he asked, her thighs spreading slightly so he could get his hand between her legs.
And then there was zero doubt she liked what he was doing to her. Her feminine flesh was soft and wet and practically begging him to take a taste.
Not how he’d meant his night to go. He’d thought he would maybe spank a sub and send her on her way and meet up with his brother in the bar after. Sometimes he went with Coop and Kala to get burgers or waffles after the night’s play. He hadn’t meant to spend the evening with a woman as intriguing as Devi.
But he was going for it. And fuck the whole one-night thing. He wanted more.
He stroked her pussy, lightly at first, and watched as her breath hitched and she moaned lightly, hips shifting to accommodate him. “I’m here in Dallas for a couple of weeks. At least until we ship out again, but I’m going to be honest with you, I’m thinking of changing things up and living here in Dallas for a while. Coop has an empty room, so there’s space for me.”
“Really?” she asked quietly.
He couldn’t read her yet, wasn’t certain that really was a good question or a damn, I thought I wouldn’t have to see you so often query. He found her clit and ran a finger over it, gently and then with more pressure. “Really. So if you’re serious about the whole one-night stress relief thing, we should think about this. I’m worried if I get a taste of you, it won’t be enough. I don’t want to pursue a woman who isn’t interested in anything but one night.”
Who the fuck was he? This was insane. He should be running, but his whole body was focused on one thing and one thing only—her. “Yeah, I work for more than one team, but Ian’s told me if I want to pull back, he can make it happen. If I’m only working for this team, then there’s no real reason for me to be located in DC. I like it here. And when I say here, I mean this club. I mean I like these people.”
He worked at her clit, gently pressing and rotating while she squirmed on his lap.
“I think that sounds nice, Captain,” she replied.