He's Captured My Trust (Captured Series Book 2) by Karen Frances Page A

eventful, but as it is, there is a couple with two young children—a baby boy in a stroller who hasn’t stopped crying and a little girl who won’t stop talking.
    “Sorry,” the mother says apologetically as she turns to us. “He’s tired now, and, well, Lucy is a typical girl—she never seems to stop.”
    This makes me think of Ethan and Lucy back home. “Don’t worry about it. My niece is called Lucy,” I say to the little girl.
    “How old is she?” the girl asks.
    “Oh, she’s only a baby.”
    “I don’t like babies,” Lucy says with her face all screwed up.
    “Lucy!” Her mother scowls at her.
    “It’s true. All they do is cry. They can’t play or anything. They’re no fun.”
    We all laugh at her true words as the lift doors open and we all get out. Once we get outside, Alex and I say cheerio to the little girl. Murphy is waiting for us, right where he left us. Surely he’s not been waiting there all this time. Did Alex call him? If he did, I certainly didn’t hear him.
    “Miss Stewart, Mr. Mathews, where are we heading now?” he asks.
    “Just home, Murphy.” Alex looks at me as he says the words. The desire is simmering away nicely in those deep brown eyes. It’s amazing how many different shades of the same colour I see in his eyes.
    Murphy opens the door and I get in, smiling and thanking him. Alex speaks to him outside the car for a few minutes before coming in and sliding across to sit with me.
    “Is everything okay?” I ask.
    “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” he says teasingly.
    “Oh, no reason. But I have the feeling you’re up to no good, Mr. Mathews, and I intend to find out what you’re up to.”
    “Oh, baby, the only things I will be up to include you, so you have nothing to worry about at all.”
    I blush at his words, because I had a feeling he’d say something like that.
    “When we get home, I want you to go straight upstairs and strip, and when I come upstairs I. Want. You. Naked. On. The. Bed. And. Ready. For. Me.” He kisses my neck between each word.
    Those words will be my undoing. I can’t seem to sit still now.

I DO EXACTLY AS I’M told. When we enter the apartment, after a brief hello with Joan, I head upstairs. Alex stays downstairs, I presume to give me time to remove my clothes and leave me to sweat. He could stay there for ages, or he might be going over details for tonight with Joan.
    I close the bedroom door behind me and head straight to his bathroom to strip and freshen up. I stand gazing in the mirror, and although I recognise my reflection, I’m wondering what happened to the once quiet Libby Stewart. She seems to have disappeared. I like the person I’ve become. I’m more confident, bolder, and still shy, but that’s good; there’s nothing worse than someone who is overly cocky.
    I head back into the bedroom. What were his words? Ah yes: naked, on the bed, and ready for him.
    The door creaks open slowly. Yes, I’m naked. Yes, I’m on the bed. And yes, I’m more than ready for him. I lie at the bottom of the bed, my elbows propping my head up—probably not what Alex had in mind when he said it. I’m sure his vision was more legs spread, instead of me playfully kicking them behind me.
    He closes the door behind him and stops.
    I take in his frame as he stands, studying me. I draw in a deep breath as my eyes flow to his. A slow smirk spreads across his lips. “Ah, Miss Stewart, I see you have managed to do as you were told, but I think I should have been a bit more specific about how I wanted you positioned on that bed.”
    “Oh, I don’t know. The view I have from this position is, shall we say, interesting,” I tease, still kicking my legs.
    “Now that I see you, I have this sudden urge to tie you to the bed. Bound and naked. That sounds about right.”
    I gasp in panic. No! My eyes drop to the bed. There’s not a hope in hell of that happening. I don’t even think I could handle him holding both my wrists without going into a