RequiredSurrender by Riley Murphy Page A

want
to go through a few things with you.”
    When they reached the living room and got within a few feet
of the Arctic-white leather sectional, he let go of her hand. “Have a seat.”
    She wasn’t sure what to make of this. He was so not Dom-like
it was almost disconcerting. She watched him pace until he abruptly stopped.
    “How do you feel about sleepovers?”
    “Here?”
    He nodded.
    “I hadn’t considered—”
    “Consider. Now.”
    “Is this part of the schedule you mentioned?”
    “Yes.”
    “All right. I could manage a night here or there.”
    “Actually, what you’ll manage will be whatever I decide. A
simple yes or no will suffice.”
    Okay, so Dom mode was escalating. She nodded.
    “Good. Now do you remember what I told you about how you’ll
present to me?”
    She looked up. “Present?”
    He was staring at her. The heat and thrill from his
unwavering gaze was nearly enough to make her breathless.
    “I explained last night that you’d be kneeling at my feet
unless I specifically stated otherwise, don’t you remember?”
    Now she recalled. “Yes.”
    “Great. Let’s start now.”
    She knew enough about the lifestyle, and him, not to
question this. Without a word she shifted to move off the couch.
    “No, I want you to stand and strip down to your panties. You
can keep them on, but everything else including your bra I want off you.”
    She hesitated until his intense gaze convinced her to do as
he said. She nodded and stood. The crackle of leather crinkling under his
weight as he sat made her shiver. She couldn’t help it. With their positions
reversed, this felt intimate, so personal after last night when they’d had
other people around them doing the same things. She was alone here. Alone and
awash with excitement. By the time she finished undressing and he directed her
to kneel at his feet, she was almost hyperventilating. He was a force, all
dressed to her nearly naked.
    “Why are you shaking?”
    She kept her eyes directed to the floor and quietly
answered, “Your attention is overwhelming.”
    He leaned forward and tilted her chin with his index finger.
“Did you think about what I asked you last night? Do you have anything more to
tell me about Patel?”
    “P-Patel?”
    He nodded.
    God he was handsome. She was sure most women would have said
he was despite the scar, but for her it was because of it. His hazel eyes were
enthralling and drew her right in deep. “How did you know his—?” She didn’t
finish that question and went about giving him an answer. “No. There’s nothing
more you need to know about him.”
    “That’s not what I asked, sexy. Are you sure that’s the
answer you want to run with?”
    She wasn’t sure about anything right about now so she
remained silent.
    He gave her one last penetrating look before he dropped his
hand. The release acted as a cue and she immediately dropped her gaze. Grateful
because she didn’t want him to read the worry in her eyes.
    “All right, let’s forget about that for now. Talk to me
about your decision to pursue this kind of relationship. With me.”
    That one she could answer. “You winked at me.”
    “And?”
    She wanted to look up so bad, but looking down felt so good
that she took a deep breath instead and let it out slowly. “The night of the
grand opening at the resort you called me mera pyar .”
    His voice rumbled low like distant thunder, “I thought you
hated it when I did that.”
    She shook her head. “Then at Colin and Ethan’s wedding you
danced with me.”
    “I did and as I recall it took me nearly the length of that
whole song to get you to stop trying to lead.”
    “I eventually stopped though.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you didn’t. You wouldn’t let me lead no matter how
many times I purposely stepped on your toes.”
    Hearing his chuckle, she flushed with pleasure until her
blush grew hotter when he said, “I would have put you over my knee had I known
you were doing it on purpose.”
    That