“You are an incorrigible brat.” She was going to be such a handful, but she’d given him a roadmap on how to handle her. D/s. “Is that how you greet me? As for being in the lifestyle, I wasn’t until some gorgeous girl tied my unconscious body to a spanking bench.”
She winced slightly. “That was actually Zach.”
He shook his head. “I’m rewriting that particular history. It was all you. Kenzie, no matter what else you think I’m doing, know that I joined a club so I could learn how to give you what you need. No other reason. I’ve been studying for a while now, but I have never had sex with a sub. I’ve never touched one past what it took to teach me because you’re the only sub I’ll ever want, ever take. I was telling you a story before you poked the jealous ass who lives inside me. I didn’t connect with you that first night. I thought you were gorgeous but cold. I wouldn’t have slept with Kara that night even if she’d offered. But then we met again at the conference. That was you.”
“That was me.”
He put his hands on her hair, pulling out the elegant comb that held it in a twist. All that cotton-candy hair flowed around her shoulders down to her breasts. “I didn’t connect with you until I was with you. I thought you were lovely and sexy, but I didn’t fall for Kara until Kara was you. And every single time I fought with your twin I came back for more because I wasn’t going to let your bad-girl side take away from all the sweetness I felt when I was with you.”
She stepped back, and for a moment he worried he’d pushed too hard.
And then she dropped to the soft carpet, her knees going wide, her head down in the most exquisite offering of submission he could have imagined. Her hands were turned up on her thighs and her pussy was on display.
His cock pressed against his slacks. He’d never wanted any woman the way he wanted this one. It would be so much smarter to have let someone else handle this, but he couldn’t. Even if they didn’t get forever, he would at least save her from Huisman.
He put a hand on her head, accepting her submission. He wanted to be in a club, accepting it in front of her friends so they all knew she belonged to him, that he had the right to love and protect her.
The right to fuck her when and where he wanted.
“Unzip my pants,” he ordered. “I don’t want to wait. We can be kinky in the club. I need you now.”
Her hands moved without hesitation, and she unbuttoned his slacks and undid the zipper. His tie and jacket had been discarded the minute they got to her place. Her place. Would she let him into her cozy world? Would she welcome him if she truly knew how guilty he was?
She tugged his boxers down and his cock sprung free.
He had to force himself to breathe as she took him in hand, that warm palm of hers enveloping him. Pure heat flashed through him, and his knees threatened to go weak.
“Kenzie,” he began.
But her mouth was already on him. Her tongue whirled around his cockhead until he couldn’t think straight a second longer. His whole body tightened as her tongue explored his cock. So good. The first time had been suffused with desperation, and there was a bit of it in there now.
Could he keep her?
Should he keep her?
Could he believe anything that came out of her hot as hell mouth?
But he had time now. A little. Maybe a lot.
He couldn’t think with her mouth on him. Worshipping him.
He made a decision in that moment. A decision to leave the spy out of this space. To be what he’d promised her. Her lover. Her protector. Her Dom.
Only here. In the real world he had a job, a responsibility.
But here they wouldn’t be Ms. Magenta and the Canadian.
Here they were Ben and Kenzie.
And Ben wanted her so badly he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t wait another damn second.
He tugged on her hair, and she rose in front of him. So graceful. Her mere presence was like a drug to him. He stared for a moment at her flushed face, her lips swollen, and then she licked her tongue across the bottom like she could taste him there.
If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to die. He gripped the back of her neck, something savage and primal running through his veins. “You’re mine. For as long as this mission lasts, you fucking belong to me. Say it.”
Those glorious eyes of hers narrowed. “I’m yours as long as you’rehonest with me. I know I come off like some naïve romantic, but if you fuck me over, I won’t walk off and cry.”
No. She would come at him, and it would be war.
