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There was a woman in my bed, who wasn’t bound or splayed out for my pleasure. Begging for more with her eyes; with her dripping wet sex, because a ball gag muted her words. There was a woman in my bed, and she wasn’t my submissive...but I felt the Dom in me stirring regardless. Wanting to simultaneously protect and nurture—and bring her to the brink of pain and pleasure.
Melissa Foster was in my bed, and even though she wasn’t mine, in the way I required every woman before to be, she still made my heart skip a beat as I watched her sleep. My heart stammered in my chest. I could get used to this.
I tore my eyes away, fighting to shut down that train of thought. It was a struggle to ignore the matter at hand. I didn’t sleep with vanilla women. And I didn’t let any woman, regardless of her level of kink, sleep over.
Maybe you were waiting for the right woman.
I should have leapt from the bed, tossing aside that ludicrous statement, along with the covers and the invading emotions Melissa invoked, but every breath she took stirred the cold blooded thing in my chest. The heart I pretended was closed off. The fact was I did feel, but life taught me what a mistake love could be. A mistake that once cost me dearly.
I folded my arms beneath my head, watching the fan above me spin idly. I needed to rationalize this. Get my head on straight.
I hadn’t violated all of my rules. She was too stubborn to admit it, but Melissa was far from vanilla. I knew it the moment I turned and met her gaze when I caught her peeping. Eyes so blue. The color of the oce—
I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t a romance novel. Her eyes weren’t the color of the ocean. Her eyes were just blue. Normal and blue. But the truth was her eyes slayed me, waves of blue that held the most beautiful conflict I’d ever seen in my life. Eyes I’d felt on me, watching and wanting a few days ago. Eyes that licked every inch of my erect cock, but still held back—and in the moments after she realized I’d seen her moment of erotic vulnerability, held such disdain and outright defiance.
My lips tilted into a smirk, remembering how I’d struggled to not pull her into my arms, take her then and there. For the briefest moment when she sized me up, an irrational streak of jealousy had cut through me. I wondered if her brusqueness was because she was claimed by another. But that fight was just Melissa. The sexy little blonde didn’t mince her words, and it made me hot with need.
She had to be mine.
My smile faltered. And she had been mine. Hours ago, she’d opened up for me like some beautiful flower, stretching its petals towards the scorching sun. I never knew that sex without the D/s element could be so fulfilling.
But if I was fulfilled, why hadn’t I pushed her away and out the door like the others?
I eased back towards her, my eyes washing over her face. So serene and calm. Skin glowing in the soft darkness, pretty features infinitely more so, from the slope of her nose and high cheekbones to the curve of her full lips. Lush, pink lips—slightly parted, like she was about to ask me to kiss her.
My chest tightened apprehensively. I didn’t rush her out because I wanted her to stay. I wanted to wake up next to her.
“Fuck,” I whispered. The gravity of it nailed me to the ground. Getting tangled up in some woman, no matter how beautiful and beguiling, was the worst possible thing I could do at the moment. With all the bad press Mason Enterprises had been hit with after the last company liquidation, my business, along with worried board members, needed to be my top priority. And then there was all the drama with Deli—
My thoughts froze as Melissa stirred, luring me back to her—just in time to see her bite her lip. It was a tiny, unconsciously sexy action, but it made me forget everything except the way she’d smiled while I buried myself in her. The sounds she made when I sunk into her warmth. The excitement that flickered in her eyes when I told her to flip over so I could take her from behind.
Lust consumed me. She’d obeyed the command without hesitation. Giving in. Her surrender made her pu**y that much sweeter. My eyes skated down, rounding the curve of her pert little br**sts, caressing her smooth stomach, and lingering on her sex. It was partially covered by the sheet, golden curls highlighting the way back to her. Back to the warmth that made my c**k so hard that rational thought and the rules that dictated my no-strings-attached sex life became irrelevant.
I had to have her.
I had to taste her.
Almost as if I’d said the words aloud, she stirred again, the sheets falling away. Her gentle snore got caught on a moan and the sound went straight to my cock. From the way she writhed, opening her thighs and licking her lips, she was having quite the dream.
I smiled, positioning myself at the end of the bed. I would show her that reality had her wet dreams beat.
I rained kisses up and down her calf, my lips skimming her skin. She was waking up, a yawn and sniffle giving her away.
“Kisses?” Her voice was thick with sleep. “You sure know how to wake a girl up.”
I gripped her knees and yanked her thighs open. Her gasp was shocked—and aroused.
“Are you—”
“Oh yes,” I answered in between kisses, her muscles responding to me. Tightening as she arched her body toward me.
Even though her body betrayed her, she still goaded me. “And what if morning oral wasn’t my th—” Her final word was clipped as my tongue drew closer to her inner thigh. To her core. “W-what would you have done?”
She clearly wanted to feed me her pu**y, vaulting herself closer to my lips, but I restrained myself. She wasn’t the first submissive who tried that game, tempting me to give in.
I smirked. She wanted to talk? We could talk. I’d make her squirm, hanging on every word so the second my tongue touched her, she melted.
“What do you think?”
She propped herself on her elbows, eyeing me with a mix of surprise and impatience. “I think you’d do it any way. Because you’re the man, and I’m the woman and all that caveman BDSM stuff.”
I didn’t take the bait, instead, leaning closer until my lips lingered deliciously close to her slit. “I’d do it, because I know what you need.”
She was panting, her juices a fragrant tease of how amazing she’d taste. “And what’s that? W-what do I need?”
“You need a man to take charge. To take what he wants.”
She was trembling. I was planning on waiting until she squirmed, but my self restraint abandoned me when she whispered my name.
“Logan.”