“Think about it.You’ll need lube.Plenty of it.And some patience.”
She couldn’t believe they were even talking about this.“It about twenty times bigger than the one you made me wear the other day.”
“Twenty-five.”Then he grinned.“Really, it’s not.”He held up a finger.“About twice the size that you had up there.And it’s still smaller than my dick.”
“Oh no.No, no, no, no, no, no.No.And if you missed the memo, hell no.”
* * * *
Sofia was still thinking about it hours later, even after they’d said goodbye, even when she was in a meeting with Zoe.
Zoe snapped her fingers in front of Sofia’s face.
It took that to jolt away the image of Cade’s smile that had been haunting her.
“So the deal’s signed?”
“Next week.But we have a tentative agreement.”
Zoe nodded.
“We need to get going on a save-the-date announcement.And they seemed to like the Denim and Dazzle theme.”
Zoe gave her a high-five.“Are you going to get the graphics done, or do you want me to chat with the designer?”
“Go ahead, if you don’t mind.You can send her the presentation and my pictures to get an idea for a font and design.If we can have something by Monday, Tuesday at the latest, that would be great.”
“Another day, another miracle demanded of our people.”
She nodded.
At the end of the day, she drove home, still thinking about Cade, still thinking about the plug that was sitting in the bottom of her purse, as if it were part test, part question.Was she willing to give Cade what he wanted?And what would it cost her to do so?
If she gave into this demand, it would be tantamount to admitting she was willing to be submissive to him.
But for how long?How often?And would she get anything other than heartache in return?Cade had never made any promises, and his words indicated he likely never would.
Not for the first time, common sense urged her to flee, stay way the hell away from him.She wondered if she were smart enough to heed the warning.
Chapter Ten
Loopy blasted past Cade, dashing down the back stairs and leaping over the last one in an effort to get to Sofia first.
She exited the vehicle and he caught a glimpse of her.
Her beautiful, dark hair hung around her shoulders, a tempting invitation.Today she had on a red, come-get-me-and-fuck-me form-fitting T-shirt and a black skirt that hugged her body and left her legs bare, except for short cowboy boots.
Cade got an instant hard-on.
Then, when she crouched to accept Loopy’s enthusiastic greeting, his heart softened a bit.
“Take it easy, mutt,” he commanded when he reached the pair.
Sofia was laughing, rubbing Loopy behind the ears, encouraging the bad behavior.He finally put a hand on the dog’s collar and more forcefully said, “Down.”
With obvious reluctance and heartbreaking whimpers of protest, she plopped her bottom on his foot.
“That’s quite a welcome,” she said.
