All He Needs (All or Nothing) by C.C. Gibbs Page B

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TEN
    A short time later, Kate was reclining against a mass of pillows, nude, her arms raised over her head, her wrists tied to the bedposts with the belts from their robes.
    “Now look, baby,” Dominic said, sitting back on his heels after securing the last tie, pointing above her head. “Those are slip knots, the belts are tethered to the bed loosely so there’s a lot of give. You can reach the ends with either hand. Pull them free whenever you want… if you want. Okay? I told you before, the agenda’s yours tonight. I’m just here to help.” Picking up his discarded robe, he shoved it out of his way.
    “So you’re entirely unselfish.”
    A twitch of his lips. “Not entirely. But my control issues work both ways. I’m generally pretty well disciplined.”
    Her gaze flicked downward to his monstrous erection, hard against his stomach. “I don’t know. He looks restless.”
    “We’re working on that. You first, then we’ll see.”
    “But I don’t get him until morning?”
    His eyelids fell fractionally. “Think of it this way. Tomorrow he’s yours for the duration.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning, we’re completely at your service.”
    No commitment timeline but what did she expect from a man who was interested in an exclusivity contact?
    Rather than continue a conversation that wasn’t goinganywhere he wanted it to go, Dominic smiled and said, “So—in the interim, how do you feel about this?” He held up a small Asian cucumber. “Or this?” He picked up a miniature lavender Japanese eggplant. “Or these?” Dropping the vegetables, he wiggled his fingers and stuck out his tongue.
    There was no point turning down orgasms because he wasn’t willing to name a wedding date. He wasn’t Prince Charming, she wasn’t Cinderella; this wasn’t a fairy tale.
“Okay,” she said.
    His smile broadened. “All at once?”
    “No, not all at once, wiseass. It’s not humanly possible.”
    “You sure?”
    “Funny.”
    “I’m not being funny.”
    “Now you’re making me nervous.”
    “You can say no—anytime.”
    “Then no thanks.”
    He shrugged.
    A flush rose on her cheeks. “I suppose they always say yes.”
    “I wouldn’t know. I don’t do ad hoc sex games. Someone’s always paid to provide the equipment. There’s no need for me to go out on search missions. Oh, shit, now you’re mad about that. Look, let’s just live in the Zen moment. I’ll take care of you tonight. All you have to do is tell me when to stop.” His voice drifted lower. “Or not.”
    “Arrogant man.” But her voice was velvet soft too. “If I wasn’t tied up, I’d hit you.”
    “Untie yourself.” He held his arms out wide, dipped his handsome head. “Hit me.”
    “Now you’re just showing off.” He was the picture of strength, sitting cross-legged on the bed in an easy quasi yoga pose, all brute power and machismo, his lean, muscled body flexing beautifully from abs to pecs to biceps when he’d lifted his arms.
    “Speaking of showing off,” he murmured, dropping his arms and reaching out to gently tug on her peaked nipples, watching them swell under his fingers. “You’ll win that contest. I remember saying I was going to fuck these fantastic tits that first night in Hong Kong, but I never did. Tonight might be the night,” he said softly.
    “If I let you.”
    His sharp glance was shot through with surprise for a flashing moment before a polite shield fell into place. “I can only hope then,” he drawled, releasing her nipples and leaning back on his hands. “Are we done talking? Just asking. Does your pussy like it when I tug on your nipples?”
    “A little.”
    He smiled. “Want more?”
    “Don’t say it like that, Dominic. I’m not asking or begging tonight. You said the agenda’s mine. So make me feel good.”
    “With pleasure.” He leaned to his right, stretched out his arm, and picked up the small, gleaming eggplant he’d placed on the bed. “All washed and clean—I