had
time to think about what he expected from her in the bedroom. It wasn’t
something any person should take lightly, the Dom or the sub.
But she had been standing there, wearing a pair of cut-off
jeans and a T-shirt, her frustration easy to see. He wanted to do anything he could
to soothe the worries she had. It wasn’t that common for him to care so damned
much about making another person happy, but with Jillian, he did. If she had
sounded more believable in her explanation of her writer's block, he knew he
would have left. But the tension between them was too much to ignore.
He slid her braids aside, draping them over her shoulder,
and nuzzled her neck. God, the woman smelled like sin. She was always warm,
welcoming, and smelled of coconut and sin. How could any man resist her? He was
amazed that she didn’t have a string of men waiting outside to have her. But
then, Jillian was pickier than most women he knew.
"Conner?"
For the first time in all the years he had known her, she
sounded unsure of herself.
"What?"
She shivered, and he felt it to his core. Her generous ass
moved against his cock, and he thought it was a good thing he was still
dressed. Otherwise, he might not be able to control himself. Hell, he almost
embarrassed himself and came right there. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman
this badly before.
"Shouldn't we move to the bedroom?" she asked. The
uncertainty he heard in her voice tugged at emotions he usually tried to keep
hidden.
He smiled against her hair. This was going to be the best
time he’d had in years. She was always trying to control the situation, and he
was going to enjoy breaking her of that habit.
"Let me worry about that. I'd like you to take your
shirt off."
She hesitated.
"This isn't going to work if you ignore my
commands."
He put enough steel in his voice to let her know that he
wasn't fooling around with her.
She did as he ordered, and he sucked in a breath when all he
saw was her bare flesh. The T-shirt she had been wearing was big, so he hadn't
been sure if she was wearing a bra or not.
He spread his hands over her back, then moved her braids
over her shoulder once more. He kissed his way down her back, nipping at the
flesh along her spine. She sighed.
"Your shorts."
She hesitated again. He let his lips curve slightly. Conner was
ready for this challenge.
"I told you that you had to obey me. Do it now or I
walk away."
She did, and it was his turn to sigh. The woman was wearing
a thong. It was blue and showed off her ass perfectly. His cock twitched. Hell,
his dick was throbbing, and he wondered if there was any blood in his brain. He
bit back on the hunger now clawing at his stomach. This wasn’t so much about
him or his desires. He knew what he wanted in the bedroom. This was about
Jillian finding out what she needed to be complete.
"Give me a word, one that will tell me that I have gone
too far or that you have had enough."
"Chocolate," she said, her words coming out with a
sigh of pleasure as he glided his hands over her ass.
So smooth, so right .
He hoped she was into anal because he could think of nothing more than fucking
that tight little hole until she came so many times she couldn't remember her
name.
That would come later. Tonight, she needed to be taught a
lesson—one that she would never forget if he did it right. He turned her in his
arms and then lifted her onto the counter. Before she could think of closing
her legs, he stepped between them.
God, she was perfect. Her breasts weren't overly large, but
they were pert and so firm. He ran the backs of his knuckles over first one
nipple then the other. Immediately they tightened. They were so fucking
responsive.
He leaned down and took one into his mouth as he pinched the
other. She threaded her fingers through his hair, but he pulled back and said,
"Hands on the counter, Jillian."
The narrowed look she gave him almost had him laughing, but
he said nothing as she did as he ordered.
"Good
time to think about what he expected from her in the bedroom. It wasn’t
something any person should take lightly, the Dom or the sub.
But she had been standing there, wearing a pair of cut-off
jeans and a T-shirt, her frustration easy to see. He wanted to do anything he could
to soothe the worries she had. It wasn’t that common for him to care so damned
much about making another person happy, but with Jillian, he did. If she had
sounded more believable in her explanation of her writer's block, he knew he
would have left. But the tension between them was too much to ignore.
He slid her braids aside, draping them over her shoulder,
and nuzzled her neck. God, the woman smelled like sin. She was always warm,
welcoming, and smelled of coconut and sin. How could any man resist her? He was
amazed that she didn’t have a string of men waiting outside to have her. But
then, Jillian was pickier than most women he knew.
"Conner?"
For the first time in all the years he had known her, she
sounded unsure of herself.
"What?"
She shivered, and he felt it to his core. Her generous ass
moved against his cock, and he thought it was a good thing he was still
dressed. Otherwise, he might not be able to control himself. Hell, he almost
embarrassed himself and came right there. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman
this badly before.
"Shouldn't we move to the bedroom?" she asked. The
uncertainty he heard in her voice tugged at emotions he usually tried to keep
hidden.
He smiled against her hair. This was going to be the best
time he’d had in years. She was always trying to control the situation, and he
was going to enjoy breaking her of that habit.
"Let me worry about that. I'd like you to take your
shirt off."
She hesitated.
"This isn't going to work if you ignore my
commands."
He put enough steel in his voice to let her know that he
wasn't fooling around with her.
She did as he ordered, and he sucked in a breath when all he
saw was her bare flesh. The T-shirt she had been wearing was big, so he hadn't
been sure if she was wearing a bra or not.
He spread his hands over her back, then moved her braids
over her shoulder once more. He kissed his way down her back, nipping at the
flesh along her spine. She sighed.
"Your shorts."
She hesitated again. He let his lips curve slightly. Conner was
ready for this challenge.
"I told you that you had to obey me. Do it now or I
walk away."
She did, and it was his turn to sigh. The woman was wearing
a thong. It was blue and showed off her ass perfectly. His cock twitched. Hell,
his dick was throbbing, and he wondered if there was any blood in his brain. He
bit back on the hunger now clawing at his stomach. This wasn’t so much about
him or his desires. He knew what he wanted in the bedroom. This was about
Jillian finding out what she needed to be complete.
"Give me a word, one that will tell me that I have gone
too far or that you have had enough."
"Chocolate," she said, her words coming out with a
sigh of pleasure as he glided his hands over her ass.
So smooth, so right .
He hoped she was into anal because he could think of nothing more than fucking
that tight little hole until she came so many times she couldn't remember her
name.
That would come later. Tonight, she needed to be taught a
lesson—one that she would never forget if he did it right. He turned her in his
arms and then lifted her onto the counter. Before she could think of closing
her legs, he stepped between them.
God, she was perfect. Her breasts weren't overly large, but
they were pert and so firm. He ran the backs of his knuckles over first one
nipple then the other. Immediately they tightened. They were so fucking
responsive.
He leaned down and took one into his mouth as he pinched the
other. She threaded her fingers through his hair, but he pulled back and said,
"Hands on the counter, Jillian."
The narrowed look she gave him almost had him laughing, but
he said nothing as she did as he ordered.
"Good
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