Declan responds a minute later.
Declan
At the club. You?
Home.
I scowl at the screen.
Declan
Come join us, brother. Bachelorette party tonight. The girls are in rare form. I recommend it.
I roll my eyes heavenward and respond to him in another text.
You know I can’t do that.
Declan
Can’t? You’re not married yet.
For fuck’s sake. I toss my phone down, then pick it up again, tap out a message, and send it to Erin. I wait for her to respond.
And wait.
And wait.
But no response comes.
Perfect. Grand. Maybe she’s gone to bed too.
MaybeIshould.
Instead, I head to the shower and strip out of my clothes. I want the water scalding hot, hot enough to chasten me.
Why can’t I get the woman out of my mind?
God, she looked gorgeous tonight. I was taken off guard, if I’m honest, and nothing ever fucking takes me off guard.
That dress that clung to her curves and dipped just right, revealing perfect cleavage, just enough for a goddamn handful. She’d fill my hands and my mouth, and I?—
I frown.
I’m thinking about the way she looked too small, draped in my coat. The way she refused wine at dinner and sparred with me. The way her mother treated her like absolute shite.
I’ll put an end to that. I might not know her family… but they will knowme.
And for a second, I imagine takingherto the club. We'd get a private room. And god, the way I'd tease her, using every implement and tool at my disposal.
I'd bet she'd lose her fucking mind with a hood or a vibrator. But which one? Would she prefer sensory deprivation or overstimulation? The way she responded when I had her pressed against the wall with my hand across her arse tells me she's got a submissive streak she may not know about yet. That sharp inhale, the heat radiating off her skin, the way she didn't fight me—just took it. Her body already knows what it wants, even if her mind won't admit it.
I'd make her come, over and over again, until I'd mapped every response. Does she need it rough, or does she fall apart with gentle touches? Would she beg, or would I have to drag it out of her? How much teasing could she take before she broke?
What would make her submit completely? Restraints? My hand fisted in her hair? Orders whispered against her ear while she's trembling and desperate?
What would shetastelike? What would she look like stripped bare—not just the clothes, but that fucking attitude? Would she still have that sharp tongue when she's tied down and needy? Or would she finally go soft and pliant?
A man can't help but wonder about his wife when he's fuckingengagedto her. Can't help but wonder if she'd take a proper spanking—not just the quick punishment I gave her, but a real one. Slow. Deliberate. Would her arse flush that same perfect pink? Would she count for me? Would she cry? Would she get wet from it?
