His Every Touch [The Complete Series] by Harriet Lovelace Page A

smile. No one who
met Maggie could stay negative for long. “I've missed you,” Maggie cried as she
released Courtney. She looked down at her shorter friend and frowned. “What's
wrong?” Courtney tucked a stray ash blond wave behind
her ear. Mags knew her too well. “Let's talk in the car.” It would be easier to
talk about it if she didn't have to look at Mags while she did it. “All right.” Maggie readily agreed and then
changed the subject. As expected, she was full of her own stories and kept up a
steady stream of chatter from the luggage carousel until they got out of the
airport parking lot. She was a member of Doctors Without Borders, so it was no
surprise her stories ran from the serious—victims of wars between various
tribes—to the humorous—Maggie's first encounter with a spider she was sure
would kill her only to find out it was a ball of dirt. She'd just finished recounting a tale of a
particularly interesting shower encounter with a twenty year-old surgical
intern from Chicago—“they told us to conserve water”—when her expression grew
serious once more and Courtney knew that it was time. “I need to talk to you about something.” She
gave Maggie a sideways glance before returning her focus to the road. “And I
don't know how you're going to react.” “Court, you're scaring me.” “I'm okay, Mags,” she interrupted, trying to
ignore the literal pain in her ass. “But what I'm going through...it's a little
weird.” “I'm good with weird.” Courtney chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” She
took a deep breath and started. “When I went in for my annual review, I got
into the elevator with the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Blue-black hair,
arctic blue eyes and the hottest body...” She told her story slowly, careful to preclude
any details that might identify Vance Forster as her new lover. It was bad
enough to admit that she was fucking her superior, she couldn't name her CEO.
Not when she was going to be talking about floggers and canes and butt plugs
and nipple clamps. She talked through Maggie's noises of disapproval at Vance's
office groping, but she had to pause after recounting her ill-advised email,
waiting as Maggie laughed for five minutes, gasping out “fuck you and your
tight abs” between fresh gales of mirth. Only after her friend was done did
Courtney continue. “You let him do what?” Maggie's exclamation
interrupted Courtney's story just after Vance had used his belt on her for the
first time. The redhead's eyes had widened at the spanking, but Courtney had
known that wouldn't be very shocking. The fact that she'd climaxed when Vance
used his belt on her clit and cunt, however, wasn't exactly... normal. “I know what you're thinking,” Courtney began. “Oh, I don't think you do.” Maggie shook her
head. “I know you.” Courtney didn't have to look at
her friend to be able to picture the expression on her face. “And you're
freaking out.” “All right. Maybe a little. But you can't
exactly blame me.” “Mags, you have to understand, it's not about
pain and punishment.” Courtney struggled to explain something that she was
still trying to understand herself. “Or even about control in the sense that
most people think about it. It's about trust. Trusting that your partner knows
your body, your limits. It's about them trusting you to stop them if they go
too far.” “And that wasn't too far? You can't tell me
that you liked...” Maggie's voice trailed off and Courtney could almost hear
the realization dawn on her friend. “Shit, Court. You liked it?” Courtney could feel her face burning but she
couldn't lie, not to Maggie, not about this. She had to talk it out with
someone. “I more than liked it. I'd never come so hard in my life.” “Fuck,” Maggie whispered. “There's more.” Courtney forced herself to
continue. She had to say it all, leave nothing out. Maggie had to know
everything. She kept her voice even, almost clinical in tone as