Page 45 of Protect and Serve

He pushed up as well, so they were face-to-face. “On what?”

“I’m not interested in anything really kinky.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Nipple clamps?”

He laughed. “Okay.”

“And no one is spanking me.”

“Agreed.”

“Oh, and I’m not doing your laundry.”

His brow arched.

“Or calling you sir.”

There was no call for him to put out a lip.

“I am really not a submissive type. It’s only fair to tell you, right up front.”

“I understand. And if you don’t like it, we won’t do it again. Deal?”

“Deal. But if I let you tie me up, you have to let me tie you up too.” And yeah. His expression was hysterical, all shocked and horrified.

“T-that’s not the way it works,” he sputtered.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

“But I plan to tie you up and tease you ’til you beg.”

“What’s your point?”

“If you do that to me, it’ll kill me.”

She sent him a toothy grin. “But think how much you would enjoy it.”

“Men just aren’t cut out for stuff like that.”

“You’re only making me want to try it more.”

He rolled over, on top of her, and silenced her with a growl and a kiss.

She nearly laughed. If he thought he could distract her that easily once she got an idea in her head, he had another think coming.

“I love the flowers by the way,” she said once he’d released her lips and wandered down to make love to that tender spot on her neck, the one that made her breathless and a little crazy. It seemed politic to change the topic—not that she’d forget about tying him up. Not hardly.

“Mmm,” he said against her skin, his breath warm and damp. “You mentioned that.”

She gave a small laugh, because his beard tickled. “No I didn’t.”

“Sure you did.” He gave her a nip; it sent shivers through her body. “When I gave them to you. The night of our date.”

“I meant the roses.”

He stilled. “Roses?”