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She doesn’t move, her expression caught somewhere between fury and wanting.

Am I taking this too far?

Maybe for someone else.

But this is Kira.

And she likes these games we’re playing, even if she doesn’t fully understand why yet.

Lucky for her, I’ll be happy to show her the ropes.

I hold her gaze as I pull my wallet from my back pocket and peel off a handful of hundreds…and toss them at her feet.

“What do you think?” I tip my chin toward the money. “Is that enough?”

Her blue eyes flare with challenge, and just when I think she may slap me, she bends down and picks up the money. One by one she thumbs through each bill before folding it in half and tucking it into her bra.

I shake my head and laugh, relief easing the tension in my chest.

Of course she’s keeping the money.

Fucking brat.

“Can I take that to mean you’ll consider it?”

Without a word, she rolls her eyes as she reaches for the doorknob. The door closes behind her with a sharp thwack.

I’m going to take that as a yes.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Kira

After work, I rushed home, Roman Kingsley’s Relationship Agreement tucked in my purse, ticking like a live bomb.

It’s not that I’m inexperienced when it comes to sex…per se. Up until I met Roman Kingsley, I would have considered myself to be fairly adventurous in the bedroom. Honestly, it’s one of the reasons things went downhill with Augustus. I wanted to try new things. To keep things interesting. And he couldn’t be bothered to do any more than the bare minimum to satisfy himself.

Hell, the only time the man would even go down on me was on my birthday. What’s worse is, I used to enjoy giving blow jobs. But Augustus couldn’t have cared less about how he got off. Eventually I stopped offering. Why should I do anything more than the bare minimum when that’s all I was getting in return?

All he needed was five minutes and a warm hole once a week, and the man was perfectly content.

Unlike some toxic men who are threatened by the use of sex toys in the bedroom, Augustus couldn’t have embraced them more.

A vibrator during sex wasn’t just a fun addition to spice things up or enhance my enjoyment. It was outsourced sexual labor that freed him from the burden altogether.

After all, as long as I was having an orgasm, he didn’t have to feel guilty. Or even try, for that matter.

And now I’m being offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to experience the opposite end of the spectrum, by a kind, generous man who I know from experience will put my pleasure and satisfaction before his own. Well…most of the time anyway. Today was a bit of an exception, I suppose.

This is exactly what I wanted.

So why the fuck am I still thinking about it?

I scan the last page and re-read the bit about safe words and limits. My skin grows hot when I get to the detailed list of his kinks.

Both parties agree to be open to exploring a variety of kinks with curiosity and an open mind. Such as, but not limited to:

—Dom/Sub Dynamic