When I come out five minutes later, the elder Dr. Black is taking the microphone. “Let’s go,” Beckett says throatily, offering me his arm. “We can’t leave now,” I protest. “Your dad is about to give his speech.” “He won’t min...
I shower after her, inhaling that intoxicating scent of hers that lingers in the bathroom, trying to figure out why the hell I feel like I just kicked a puppy. I’ve been telling myself all morning I only did what any good Dom would do last night, giving his submissive what she needed at the time....
The woman I’ve dreamed about for ten long years is sitting at my kitchen table wearing nothing but my t-shirt, shifting gingerly in the hard wooden chair as she reads my case file because her ass is red from my belt, and all I can think about is the sweet taste of her, the way she responds to my ...