Page 90 of Making Over Maris

Fucking awesome.

“That’s not going to happen with me, Sara.”

She gazed at him, her eyes luminous and damp. And beautiful. “It’s not?”

“No way. Yeah, I am totally into that book. Totally into what we did last night. But there’s even more to it.” He came down on his knees before her and took her hands in his. “I am also totally into you.”

She tipped her head to the side like a curious chipmunk and studied him. It was damn cute. “You are? Into me?”

“Totally.” He kissed her and, because the moment was becoming a little too mushy for comfort, he bounded to his feet and went back to the desk and picked up the package she’d brought. “So. What’s this?”

“What?” She blinked. “Oh. Oh, yeah. It’s a movie.”

His heart did a little flippy thing. “A movie?”

She stood and sauntered closer. He liked seeing that light, that confidence back in her eyes. “I want you to watch it tonight. Memorize it, just like the book.” Holy crap. Just like the book? “And I’ll give you a quiz tomorrow.”

His belly plunged. “Tomorrow? Aren’t you coming over tonight?”

Her lips curled in a wicked smile. “No. I would only distract you.”

She wouldn’t.

She would.

“That’s your assignment. Watch the movie tonight, as many times as you have to, to memorize every aspect of it. But you cannot touch yourself. You cannot come. Do you understand?”

A shiver of dread skated down his spine.

“Do you?”

“Yes.” A whisper.

“Yes what?” she hissed in that way.

“Yes, Mistress.”

It was a most miserable couple of days.

Also—the best of his life.