Memories of the previous evening seeped in, and she remembered him cuffing her to the spanking bench, flogging her, giving her one solid spank with the paddle then fucking her.Heat made her flush anew when she recalled the way he’d taken out the plug.
But he was so matter-of-fact about things that he didn’t tolerate embarrassment.And because of the courage she’d gathered, she’d been the one to initiate sex after the shower.Until him, she hadn’t been capable of that kind of behavior.
And afterward… She didn’t remember anything after he’d fucked her in his bed.
She often slept badly, sometimes struggling with insomnia.She always woke up at least twice, but last night, she’d slept through, so soundly she didn’t know whether or not he’d even come to bed.
Except… He had.She knew it.Somewhere in the deepest recesses of her mind, she recalled him wrapping himself around her, protecting her, giving her the comfort to rest peacefully.
The scent of coffee teased her.The room was dark from the heavy shades, and she had no idea what time it was.She looked around for a clock but didn’t find one, and she’d left her purse on the kitchen counter.
Curious, she climbed from the bed.
Nathan had hung the white fluffy robe from the footboard on her side of the bed, and she put it on, tying the belt around her as she left the room.
A light was on in his office, and she knocked on the doorframe before entering.
The television was on, the volume low, and he was on the exercise bike, slowly pedaling.He wore shorts and no shirt.Perspiration dampened his hair and he looked devilishly handsome.
“Come in,” he said, smile wide, inviting.
A cup of coffee sat on his desk, abandoned.
“You can have it.”He obviously noted her forlorn expression.“But there’s a fresh pot downstairs that may appeal to you more.”
It seemed bizarre, waking up in her boss’s house, talking about coffee in her robe.
“How did you sleep?”
“I woke up nude.”
“That’s unusual, I take it?”He grinned.The bike beeped, and he pedaled even slower, obviously cooling down.“Can’t say that I’m sorry you slept so well.”
“Are you taking credit for it?”
“Total and complete,” he said shamelessly.
She picked up his cup and sat in his chair.The coffee was tepid, but strong and rich.“What time is it?”
“A little after five,” he said.
The machine beeped again, and he pushed a button to stop it before dismounting.“I need to do a couple of things before I shower,” he said, coming closer to her.
She nodded and stood.“I’ll grab a fresh cup then get ready to go.”
“Bring me a cup back?”
“So you’ll give me a crappy cup of coffee but you won’t drink it?”
He touched her nose and emotion cascaded through her.Damn, she liked his gentle teasing almost as much as she appreciated the fact he’d gotten up early enough to make coffee, which was something she rarely managed.
Downstairs, she fished her phone from her purse and dropped it in the deep robe pocket.He’d he set out a cup for her.She liked the way he always seemed to be thinking about her, but she told herself not to get too accustomed to it.
After rinsing his cup, she filled both.She found an unopened container of cream in the refrigerator.She knew he didn’t drink it, which meant he’d taken time to pick it up for her.
Cups ready, she climbed the stairs and heard music coming from his office.
He was sitting at his desk, and he had his wrist cocked as he looked at it.
