at the thought that this might be all the time he had with her. She wouldn’t be quite so complacent about what had happened here tonight once she returned to her own world.
Her world? He hadn’t discovered much about her. What did she do for a living? She wasn’t married or involved with someone; she had more integrity than that. Her essential honesty drew him like a moth to a bright light.
In fact, he’d found no one in a long time whose thoughts and emotions had been so engaging. Soothing. Most people were a jumble of raucous feelings, but her mind processed thoughts and feelings in a linear fashion, this emotion, then this one, each clean and simple.
Yet she was intriguing, a puzzle. The easy friendliness she showed to those around her was a decided contrast to her controlled, conservative manner. He wanted to know more.
She roused all too soon, sitting up from him and shaking her silky hair back. If she was on top when he took her, all that hair would rain down on his chest. The thought was tempting. But no, he needed to show some restraint.
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He tucked a hand under his head, watching her. She was so graceful and round, and her breasts swayed gently, tantalizingly. He couldn’t resist and ran his knuckles along the undersides, circled her nipples with one finger, enjoying the puckering.
“I think… Is it getting close to morning?” Her voice was husky, a little rough, and he smiled, remembering how she’d panted as her climax neared. How she’d screamed.
“It’s past dawn, yes.”
“I need to… I’m sure it’s time to go.”
Ah, reality had indeed arrived.
* * * * *
Someone had actually washed and dried her clothing. How many people did Sir have working here?
Being back in her conservative blouse and slacks seemed to make the evening less real.
The club room was quiet now with no music, no people remaining except the bartender.
He nodded at Sir and smiled at her. A nice smile, but she still flushed, knowing what she must look like. Her lips were swollen, her face beard-scratched, her hair tangled. She must look rather well used.
After a moment, she smiled back. Well satisfied.
Master Z, with one arm firmly around her, glanced around the bar. “Everyone gone?”
“Yes, sir,” Cullen replied. “I’ll be done cleaning up in about fifteen minutes.”
“How late is it?” Jessica asked.
“Not late, pet.” The bartender chuckled. “Early. It’s almost eight o’clock in the morning.”
She blinked. “I definitely need to get going.”
“Of course,” Master Z murmured.
Odd how she almost had wanted him to protest. “May I use your phone?”
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“No need. I had a tow truck called. And your ride should be here.”
After the dim bar, the bright morning light shocked her eyes. In the lingering winds from the storm, low clouds scudded across the deep blue sky. The palm trees lining the long drive swayed while fronds and debris skidded along the blacktop. The air was clear with a salty lash from the nearby gulf, and Jessica inhaled a deep breath before turning to Master Z.
What was the protocol for saying good-bye to someone who’d tied you up? Who’d made you scream as you orgasmed? “Um.”
His eyes danced with humor at her awkwardness. Damn him, he was as cool and impeccable as at the beginning of the night. Only the rougher beard growth marred his sleek appearance. He looked like a dangerous pirate dressed for an evening out in London.
She knew damn well she didn’t look as good.
“Thank you for rescuing me last night,” she said. “And for… Well…” She flushed.
One eyebrow rose and he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to her palm. “For baring your ass and paddling it?” he asked. “For tying you down and enjoying your body and making you come over and over?”
From the searing heat in her cheeks, she knew she’d flushed. Even more disconcerting, her body responded to his words, moistening as warmth pooled in her
Her world? He hadn’t discovered much about her. What did she do for a living? She wasn’t married or involved with someone; she had more integrity than that. Her essential honesty drew him like a moth to a bright light.
In fact, he’d found no one in a long time whose thoughts and emotions had been so engaging. Soothing. Most people were a jumble of raucous feelings, but her mind processed thoughts and feelings in a linear fashion, this emotion, then this one, each clean and simple.
Yet she was intriguing, a puzzle. The easy friendliness she showed to those around her was a decided contrast to her controlled, conservative manner. He wanted to know more.
She roused all too soon, sitting up from him and shaking her silky hair back. If she was on top when he took her, all that hair would rain down on his chest. The thought was tempting. But no, he needed to show some restraint.
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Cherise Sinclair
He tucked a hand under his head, watching her. She was so graceful and round, and her breasts swayed gently, tantalizingly. He couldn’t resist and ran his knuckles along the undersides, circled her nipples with one finger, enjoying the puckering.
“I think… Is it getting close to morning?” Her voice was husky, a little rough, and he smiled, remembering how she’d panted as her climax neared. How she’d screamed.
“It’s past dawn, yes.”
“I need to… I’m sure it’s time to go.”
Ah, reality had indeed arrived.
* * * * *
Someone had actually washed and dried her clothing. How many people did Sir have working here?
Being back in her conservative blouse and slacks seemed to make the evening less real.
The club room was quiet now with no music, no people remaining except the bartender.
He nodded at Sir and smiled at her. A nice smile, but she still flushed, knowing what she must look like. Her lips were swollen, her face beard-scratched, her hair tangled. She must look rather well used.
After a moment, she smiled back. Well satisfied.
Master Z, with one arm firmly around her, glanced around the bar. “Everyone gone?”
“Yes, sir,” Cullen replied. “I’ll be done cleaning up in about fifteen minutes.”
“How late is it?” Jessica asked.
“Not late, pet.” The bartender chuckled. “Early. It’s almost eight o’clock in the morning.”
She blinked. “I definitely need to get going.”
“Of course,” Master Z murmured.
Odd how she almost had wanted him to protest. “May I use your phone?”
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“No need. I had a tow truck called. And your ride should be here.”
After the dim bar, the bright morning light shocked her eyes. In the lingering winds from the storm, low clouds scudded across the deep blue sky. The palm trees lining the long drive swayed while fronds and debris skidded along the blacktop. The air was clear with a salty lash from the nearby gulf, and Jessica inhaled a deep breath before turning to Master Z.
What was the protocol for saying good-bye to someone who’d tied you up? Who’d made you scream as you orgasmed? “Um.”
His eyes danced with humor at her awkwardness. Damn him, he was as cool and impeccable as at the beginning of the night. Only the rougher beard growth marred his sleek appearance. He looked like a dangerous pirate dressed for an evening out in London.
She knew damn well she didn’t look as good.
“Thank you for rescuing me last night,” she said. “And for… Well…” She flushed.
One eyebrow rose and he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to her palm. “For baring your ass and paddling it?” he asked. “For tying you down and enjoying your body and making you come over and over?”
From the searing heat in her cheeks, she knew she’d flushed. Even more disconcerting, her body responded to his words, moistening as warmth pooled in her
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