Unbeknownst to her, Nick had taken dance lessons. And his performance on the floor tonight at Zouk had her firing on all cylinders. Like everything he did, the man had put a lot of effort into it. The result: some confident and seriously sexy moves that had people making room and clapping. Jannie watched too, until she couldn’t just observe anymore and had to do something about it.
That he would do this for her, especially brave the crowds, made her adore him even more, though she hadn’t thought that possible. Nick wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for her.
Rolf’s full-throated bark sounded before he rounded the corner, bounding down the hallway to greet them with doggy enthusiasm.
“Hey, big guy.” Nick headed to the patio door to let him out, with Rolf happily trotting beside him. “Good job guardin’ the place.”
The place was a three-bedroom, three-bath home that ticked all the boxes, including a fenced yard and a two-car garage. It was half the size of Jannie’s house in Orlando but perfect for their current needs. Especially since it had a huge bedroom that Nick had turned into a bondage paradise, and Jannie’s whole body tingled whenever she so much as glanced at that door, which she had painted gray to Nick’s amusement.
The image of Nick this weekend, all bound for her erotic pleasure, made her entire body suffuse with heat. The man gave good instruction, whether it was on flying a plane or tying him up with rope, and she couldn’t wait to get him in there again. Every scene was mind-blowingly intense, and Jannie wished she hadn’t wasted all that time fearing something that, once she got into it, she couldn’t imagine living without.
It was their sweet secret, and she cherished it.
Approaching their bedroom, her heart began to race at the sound of the shower. Smiling to herself, she diverted to the guest bedroom and hurriedly showered in there. Nick was hers tonight, and she wasted notime cleaning the sweat and the smell of the club off her body.
She chose a simple peach leather corset—Nick didn’t like black on her—and nude patent pumps, leaving her hair flowing freely down her back, just the way he liked it. A spritz of his favorite perfume, and she was ready.
The moment she stepped into the hallway, so did he, a black towel wrapped around his waist, clearly headed for their bedroom.
He took one look at her and stopped in his tracks.
“Oh,” was all he said.
“Yeah, Nicholas.Oh. Get in the kink room. Now.”
“Kink room.” He chuckled, as he always did when she called it that. “I thought you were worn out from all the dancing.”
“You thought wrong.” She fixed him with a stare. “Your dirty dancing got me going. Now, get in there …sir.”
His lips twitched. “Yes, ma’am.”
Nick changed direction and headed toward the gray door, his strides long and confident. Even barefoot and only in a towel, he carried himself as if he ruled the world.
Mine, she thought, watching his muscular ass shift under the towel.This man is mine, every gorgeous inch of him. And I’m about to own him yet again.
He opened the door, allowing her to enter first, then followed and closed it behind him, leaning against it in a casual pose that belied the fire in his dark eyes.
“How do you want me?”
“Naked. And hard.”
“Done.” With one flick of his wrist, he dropped the towel.
It hit the floor.
Her breath caught at the sight of him wearing nothing but his wedding ring. No matter how many times she saw him like this, his incredible proportions, powerful musculature, and, especially, his length, stunned her in the best way.
Desire fired, hot, in her veins.
He looked her up and down, his gaze moving slowly over her body, head to toe, a little smirk on his lips when he came back to her eyes. “You like what you see.”
It wasn’t a question but a bold statement.
She nodded. “Show me more of what I like.”
Slowly, slowly, his hand inched toward his rigid length.
He fisted himself. “Like this?”
