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I peek around him, looking at the safe like it’s going to explode any second. Why would he bring it inside if it needed to be looked at by a bomb squad? Does he want to keep me from leaving through the front door?
“Don’t worry about the safe,” he says, coming toward me and slipping a hand around my waist. “Think about all the fun we’re going to have together. Shooting is fun.”
“Maybe for you,” I say as I melt into the warmth of his muscular body. He smells like cigar smoke and the great outdoors, a combination that causes a stir in my belly. It seems like no matter how many times he claims me, I want to be underneath him again.
In bed, under the stars, or anywhere he pleases. As long as I can ride him like there’s no tomorrow, I’ll be happy.
Ivan moves his hand up under my skirt, taking my ass in his hand and squeezing one cheek. I jump at the sudden change of pace, my face flushing hot. I don’t know why I’m still so shy around him. I should be used to this by now.
“Give me a kiss,” he says, leaning down and tickling my face with his stubble.
I tilt my chin up, meeting his lips and relaxing into his body further. I feel like I could melt completely and soak into his shirt. I think I’d like that, actually. I want to be a part of him, going where he goes and never having to be alone.
Ivan’s tongue dances in my mouth for a moment, but he pulls away far too soon, leaving a burning desire in me for more. The urge to pounce on him is great, but I can tell he doesn’t want this to turn into a repeat of the first night I stayed over.
Apparently, we have business to attend to.
“Put on some long sleeves and a shirt with a high neckline. I don’t want you getting burned by any loose shells. We’ll be putting quite a few rounds down range,” he says, adjusting his tie and giving me a lopsided smile. “No dresses, as fun as that would be.”
“I don’t think you deserve a dress,” I say, smoothing down my skirt. “You’re such a tease.”
“Relax, princess. You’ll get what you deserve after dinner. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your behavior this morning.”
I raise an eyebrow, curious as to what he means by that. I may have defied him, but it wasn’t for long. A command is a command, after all.
He claps his hands and winks. “Perhaps a little discipline is in order.”
“What? Really? I stayed home all day,” I whine.
He chuckles, leading me toward the staircase as he smooths his hair back with his free hand. “You stayed home, but you were still a defiant little thing this morning. Stuff like that can get you in trouble.”
“You left so quickly I didn’t even have time to defy you. If you want to see defiance, trying doing something like that right now. You’d have to fight me to get through the front door,” I say, pinching his arm.
“More reasons why you must be disciplined.” His voice is calm, but there’s something wicked in it. He’s the perfect lover, but he can be cruel with how he gives me pleasure sometimes. I suspect this is one of those times.
I won’t know until after we do the gun training, though, so I don’t push my luck. I dash up the stairs, changing into fresh clothes that Ivan had delivered here this morning. Everything is beautiful, practical, and fits perfectly. There’s even a completely separate set of pretty underwear, lingerie, and some things I haven’t even figured out how to wear yet.
In the spirit of keeping things practical, I choose black legging and matching long-sleeved shirt. Underneath, however, I sneak in a little fun with a neon-green thong. I’ve figured out that although Ivan is rather grim and grey with his wardrobe, all the lingerie he’s bought for me is bright and cheerful.
I understand why he needs me in his life so much now. I’m here to balance him out.
As the sun begins to drop toward the horizon, I rush past the stained glass in the hallway and race down the stairs to meet up with Ivan. He’s carrying a black plastic suitcase with an orange caution sticker on the side.
I see tiredness in his eyes, but I doubt he’d ever admit that. He works so hard without complaining at all.
“We’ll have to take one of the golf carts down to the range, but it’s not too far from here,” he says, nodding toward the door. “You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I say, attempting to hide the fear in my voice. As much as I understand the need for me to be trained to shoot, I always associate guns with senseless violence. It feels like I’m becoming part of the problem by learning to use one.
But I signed up for this lifestyle, and there’s no backing out.
Ivan leads me out and around the back, where there’s a white golf cart waiting in the grass. Ivan can barely fit behind the wheel, and I stifle a laugh as he struggles to position his knees correctly without knocking the steering wheel.
“Maybe I should drive,” I say as I slide into the seat next to him.
“No, no, I got this,” he says, his voice strained as he wiggles in his seat.
I cover my mouth to keep from laughing as he starts to sweat. He’s trying so hard to fit into this little golf cart, and it’s so funny to watch. There are plenty of perks to be a humongous man, but this is one of the unfortunate downsides.
