Terms of Surrender by Gracie C. Mckeever Page A
Authors: Gracie C. Mckeever
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you trust him?"
She trusted him with her body, that he would do things to her that had never been done before, that he would give her a mind-blowing experience to remember for the rest of her life.
But she wasn't sure she trusted him with her heart. The idea that she was considering his proposal and was willing to be with him, despite this, frightened her as much as the idea that she trusted him to do what he wanted with her body. "I…I don't know," she murmured.
Her friend squeezed her shoulders, then gently rubbed Slany's arms in a comforting circular motion before she sat back on the sofa and threw her feet up on the coffee table. "Better strap in for a rough ride, then. Because before you start anything with him, he'll demand it. And I have a feeling you want to surrender it all to him as much as he wants to accept it, despite your uncertainty."
Slany had a feeling she already had surrendered it all—she just hadn't gotten the memo admitting it yet.
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Gracie C. McKeever
Chapter 7
The weekend had done precious little to curb Nick's desire for her. Not even his customary Saturday softball game and burying himself in his favorite hobby, woodworking and making Tansu, had curtailed his carnal imaginings and wet dreams.
He'd known being away from her would only intensify his want—out of sight, but not out of mind, in this instance. More like absence made his dick grow harder, instead of his heart fonder.
It was too early in the game to start involving the heart. He was having a hard enough time involving Slany's body and mind, especially since he hadn't been trying very hard these last several days.
Nick did not think he had ever had the limits of his self-control tested as thoroughly as they had been this week. Not only by himself, but by Slany Breeze, who was doing her best to avoid him. Add to this the dozen or so pitch meetings and presentations they'd conducted with several clients, separately and together, that made it easier for her to bury herself in her work and act like Nick didn't exist.
He let her avoid him, his strategy to give her enough freedom to think that she was getting away with something, like a predator that keeps his prey well in sight while deciding when and how best to bring her down.
He'd initially taken her evasion in stride when it was clear that he had made the decision to avoid her . But now, seven days into his "avoidance," it was becoming clear he was not the one controlling the situation—had let it, in fact, get away from him.
He was out of practice, and this had to change.
Slany was too used to being in control of situations and people. He could see this in the way she moved, the way she spoke to each and every staffer, male or female, always confident, to the point, get it done. Like him. Too much like him.
His mission was all too apparent. He had to make her lose control.
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Terms of Surrender
Today was the day. Nick refused to wait any longer, hated that Slany had his patience on such a short leash. Hated that she had him near the end of his rope.
Actually, he thought he'd been pretty damn patient the last several days without being able to get next to her the way he'd wanted. Watching from a distance and doing nothing except gritting his teeth while she flitted from one male staffer to the next all morning, all week. Like she knew he was watching her every move.
Slany was comfortable, too comfortable, almost cocky traipsing around the office in one of her famous pantsuits, this one red linen—her favorite color, next to green—flattering the shade of her eyes without clashing with her long, auburn waves.
Nick stood outside Remeni's cubicle for several minutes, watching her poised behind the programmer's desk, bending slightly to point at his screen and talk about the graphic there, her high caramel cheeks colored to an attractive burnished glow.
Was that blush for Remeni, or something she was looking at on the screen?
Nick swallowed hard, blood instantly
She trusted him with her body, that he would do things to her that had never been done before, that he would give her a mind-blowing experience to remember for the rest of her life.
But she wasn't sure she trusted him with her heart. The idea that she was considering his proposal and was willing to be with him, despite this, frightened her as much as the idea that she trusted him to do what he wanted with her body. "I…I don't know," she murmured.
Her friend squeezed her shoulders, then gently rubbed Slany's arms in a comforting circular motion before she sat back on the sofa and threw her feet up on the coffee table. "Better strap in for a rough ride, then. Because before you start anything with him, he'll demand it. And I have a feeling you want to surrender it all to him as much as he wants to accept it, despite your uncertainty."
Slany had a feeling she already had surrendered it all—she just hadn't gotten the memo admitting it yet.
55
Gracie C. McKeever
Chapter 7
The weekend had done precious little to curb Nick's desire for her. Not even his customary Saturday softball game and burying himself in his favorite hobby, woodworking and making Tansu, had curtailed his carnal imaginings and wet dreams.
He'd known being away from her would only intensify his want—out of sight, but not out of mind, in this instance. More like absence made his dick grow harder, instead of his heart fonder.
It was too early in the game to start involving the heart. He was having a hard enough time involving Slany's body and mind, especially since he hadn't been trying very hard these last several days.
Nick did not think he had ever had the limits of his self-control tested as thoroughly as they had been this week. Not only by himself, but by Slany Breeze, who was doing her best to avoid him. Add to this the dozen or so pitch meetings and presentations they'd conducted with several clients, separately and together, that made it easier for her to bury herself in her work and act like Nick didn't exist.
He let her avoid him, his strategy to give her enough freedom to think that she was getting away with something, like a predator that keeps his prey well in sight while deciding when and how best to bring her down.
He'd initially taken her evasion in stride when it was clear that he had made the decision to avoid her . But now, seven days into his "avoidance," it was becoming clear he was not the one controlling the situation—had let it, in fact, get away from him.
He was out of practice, and this had to change.
Slany was too used to being in control of situations and people. He could see this in the way she moved, the way she spoke to each and every staffer, male or female, always confident, to the point, get it done. Like him. Too much like him.
His mission was all too apparent. He had to make her lose control.
56
Terms of Surrender
Today was the day. Nick refused to wait any longer, hated that Slany had his patience on such a short leash. Hated that she had him near the end of his rope.
Actually, he thought he'd been pretty damn patient the last several days without being able to get next to her the way he'd wanted. Watching from a distance and doing nothing except gritting his teeth while she flitted from one male staffer to the next all morning, all week. Like she knew he was watching her every move.
Slany was comfortable, too comfortable, almost cocky traipsing around the office in one of her famous pantsuits, this one red linen—her favorite color, next to green—flattering the shade of her eyes without clashing with her long, auburn waves.
Nick stood outside Remeni's cubicle for several minutes, watching her poised behind the programmer's desk, bending slightly to point at his screen and talk about the graphic there, her high caramel cheeks colored to an attractive burnished glow.
Was that blush for Remeni, or something she was looking at on the screen?
Nick swallowed hard, blood instantly
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