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)
He squeezed her hand. “I promise when I get back we’re playing every night it’s open. You need to think about what kind of scenes you want.” His voice went low and that tone went straight to her pussy. “I want you to write down your darkest fantasies. Write them down and send them to me and I’ll make them happen, sweetness. All those dirty things you dream about, I’ll give them to you in a safe fashion. But I promise, it won’t feel safe.”
Yeah, she was pretty crazy about him. The L word was creeping into her brain. “I should warn you that some of my fantasies are complex.”
He brought her hand to his lips. “I can handle it, Devi. I can handle you.”
She was a lot. Could be a lot. She could be overly emotional and passionate when she thought she was right. She pretty much mostly thought she was right and could be super stubborn about it. How many times had someone told her she was too much? The only reason she wasn’t considered the Queen Bitch of her friends’ group was the fact that her cousin was in the group. Kala often made her look good.
Zach liked Kala. Liked her. Liked complex women. “I can handle you, too, you know. I can handle this. I’ll be okay without you, and I won’t ask questions when you come home. This is your work. Both my parents were military.”
“Not when they had you. You didn’t have to watch them leave. What if I get pulled from this assignment and deployed?”
“Then we have some decisions to make,” she replied honestly.
“I would leave. I would see if Ian would hire me on at MT, and I would be here with you. I would let all the rest of it go and see the whole thing as fate.”
“Or I could go with you,” she said quietly.
He shook his head. “No. I want you to have the life you want. I don’t think you can find that on a base, and if I’m out in the field we wouldn’t even see each other. We’re lucky it’s all short-term assignments right now. If it gets worse, I’ll look into pulling that lever. If I hate leaving you right now, how am I going to feel in a couple of months?”
“You might be sick of me in a couple of months,” she pointed out.
He leaned over and kissed her. “I won’t.”
She believed him. Zach Reed seemed to know what he wanted, and he wanted her. “Well, I can give you something more to look forward to. I think when you get back you should come to dinner at my parents’ house.”
His lips spread in a slow smile. “And we’ll introduce me as…”
“My boyfriend,” she admitted. “They can extrapolate the Dom part. It’s weird talking about the lifestyle with my parents.”
“Boyfriend is good.” He kissed her again. “For now.” He sighed and glanced down at the clock. “I should go.”
She didn’t want him to go. She was like a love-struck teen, desperate to keep the object of her affection close. But she was a whole grown ass woman, so she sucked it up. “We’re getting you a car when you get back. I talked to Kala about it and everything.”
He snorted. “I’ll do as she says.” He sobered slightly. “You like double dating with them, right? I ask because I really like it, but we can slow play that if you want to.”
“I love it. I love watching them date when neither of them will admit they’re dating. It’s so weird. Are they like that in the field?”
He sighed. “So much worse. Coop is useless because he can’t even pretend to flirt with anyone else. Huh, I guess that’s going to be hard for me now, too. I didn’t think about that.”
He was adorable. She kind of loved that about him. It was honestly hard to think of him as some scary spy who did in the bad guys. He was Zach. Sure, he could be a hardass Dom, but that was all about play. When her cousins talked about Zach it was like he was some larger than life killing machine, and that just wasn’t Zach. He was like her brother and her dad. Yes, they were military, but in a huggy, Golden Retriever way. She kissed him again. “No flirting in the field. I like that rule. But seriously, you have to come to dinner. My mom wants to get to know you better. She likes you. She was the one who suggested—and I mean that in the Erin Taggart definition of the term—I haul your ass to family dinner. Her words, not mine.”
His grin amped up. “I like her, too. Your mom is a legend. And I’m glad she married your dad because I’ve heard he makes a mean brisket.”