Page 397 of The Donovan Dynasty


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He laughed.“There’s more in there.”

She removed the remaining items—a razor with a package of fresh blades and a travel-size can of shaving cream.

“I was hoping you forgot.”

“The thought of doing it kept me awake last night.”

She sucked in a small breath.

“There’s one more thing.”

She shook the bag to locate it then pulled it out.“A candle?That seems a bit romantic for you, Nathan.”

“We won’t be having dinner by candlelight, if that’s what you mean.”

“No?”She frowned.“For the bedroom?Ambiance?”

He shook his head.

“Then…?”

“I’m going to drip the hot wax all over your naked body.Your nipples.Your belly.Your shaved pussy.”

She shivered.“That sounds painful.”

“I’ll make sure it’s only painful in the best possible way.”

“Fuck nuts,” she whispered as she rolled the bright-blue tapered candle between her palms.“I know you’re serious.”

“I promised you I was going to wash you and give you a shave.”He plucked the candle from her hands before unfastening the leash and removing the collar.

He liked the way she ran her fingers across her throat as if missing the strip of leather.She couldn’t know how sexy that was to him.“Please undress,” he said.

“Here?”

Nathan raised his eyebrows.

“Now?”

“Unless you’re planning to use a safe word, get on with it.Delay might earn you a few stripes of my belt.”

She flicked a quick, hot glance to his waist.

Oh, yeah.He intended to lay leather to her ass.If he did it right, they would both benefit from it.

Unexpectedly, she stalled, and he was taken aback.His little sub was deliberately provoking him.

He had never wanted her more than he did in that moment.

She kicked off each shoe, making her instantly a few inches shorter, fueling his protective impulses.

Then she went into a strip-tease, moving her hips back and forth as she reached behind her to lower the zipper.She exaggerated the motions a little more as she shimmied out of the skirt.

She bent to scoop it from the floor and tossed it onto his head.

In future, he’d have to be more careful what he asked her to do.

“Twelve is my favorite number, Sir.”