Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Here you go, Big Tag.” Macon handed the plate to Charlie and tipped his head. “I’m going to find my wife and tie her up for a while. You two have a blast.”
“Thanks, Macon,” she said, balancing the tray against her thigh. “You’re a lifesaver.”
Ian was already staring at the small tarts. “You’re the best, Pie Maker. I love you.”
She wasn’t sure if the last words had been said to Macon or the pies themselves. He’d kind of whispered the words, so she rather thought he was talking to those tarts. She picked one up. Two could play at this game. He would take very good care of her later on. She could make him happy now.
The door to the kitchen came open, but that didn’t bother Charlie at all. She was completely looking forward to some crazy exhibitionist sex.
She hadn’t known she was an exhibitionist until Ian Taggart had shown her. She could still remember him walking into The Velvet Collar. He’d been the target that night, a young, arrogant CIA operative she needed to distract in order to save her sister.
“God, Ian, you still look the same to me all these years later.” The words seemed to slip out of her mouth.
His lips curled up. So often he smirked and she found it sexy, but when that man truly smiled he could light up the world. “That’s because I put shit in your coffee to make your sight bad.”
She rolled her eyes.
His arms tightened and he got serious. “You’re still the same glorious woman, Charlie. You walked into that dungeon and my world flipped. I took one look at you and knew I’d do anything to get a collar around your neck. You took my breath away. You still do. You will until the day I die and that day, I’ll still see you standing there in the dungeon waiting for me.”
Her eyes clouded. She had been waiting for him. “I didn’t realize what I was waiting for until the first time I saw you. I knew. I knew I wouldn’t ever want another man. Come here, baby. You didn’t get dessert.”
She kind of realized they weren’t alone, but again, it didn’t matter. When she was with Ian, soft and submissive in his lap, it was easy to shut the world out.
It was Javier and the new girl. Juliana, she thought, but she went by Julie or Jules. They were standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the stove. It was a nice stove, but then she wasn’t a crazed foodie chef so maybe she didn’t get the sexy.
To each his own.
Ian’s hands came up, brushing against her cheeks. “No dessert because I knew what was coming. And by coming, I mean you. You’re going to be coming, my love. Over and over and over again. You’re going to come until I can’t stand, until my dick stops working. Take the first bite.”
They were practically having intercourse over a lemon tart and she was fine with that. She brought the tart in her hand to her lips. “It smells so good.”
“Nothing like how you smell, baby. You smell like sex and mine.”
Mine? Oh, yeah, she was his. She didn’t want to be anything in the world but his. She licked the tart, knowing full well that he was watching her every move. Hell, she could feel his dick swell under her butt. He didn’t try to hide it. That was hers, too. He shifted his pelvis as though trying to make himself more comfortable, but she knew he was really rubbing that massive erection against her. In these moments, he was a horny predatory tiger, rubbing himself against her leg to relieve the tension.
Charlie brought the tart to her lips and slowly took a bite, her eyes never leaving her husband’s. They were locked together, bodies touching as she savored the light, tart taste of Macon’s finest work. He was a master at turning lemons into perfectly prepared bites of heaven. Charlie licked her lips and then turned the treat her Master’s way.
“Only you, baby,” Big Tag whispered back.
Charlie loved the look in his eyes as she offered him the tart. She loved watching him enjoy it, knowing all the while that wouldn’t be the last treat he would enjoy that evening. Soon she would be the one he was enjoying, her legs splayed and her body at his mercy.
Right before she was sure he would take the tart, he pulled her down instead. His mouth took hers, tongue dominating in a bold move that chased the breath right out of her lungs. She relaxed against him, giving him the power in that instant and letting him know she was his to do with as he wished.
Which only worked because she loved him, trusted him, knew he would never do a thing to hurt her.