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“I know why I’m here,” I tell him. “But I’m not leaving. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t want this… whatever this is.”
Holding my hand in his, he kisses each fingertip, one by one. “You don’t want to pretend.”
I shake my head and whisper, “I don’t. I’ve never been… into giving up control.”
He nods. “I understand. Savannah, when a strong, capable, intelligent woman like you submits to a man like me, I feel like I’m on top of the world. It doesn’t make you weak. It takes an act of great strength to submit. It means you trust me.”
That’s why he wants this. That’s why he craves it. Though he fears losing someone he loves, he still wants to know he’s trusted.
And God, I want to do that for him.
“Oh my God, this is amazing.”
His eyes twinkle. Yup. They definitely twinkle.
“It all fits together like pieces to a puzzle. The yin to the yang!”
“Jesus, you’re fucking adorable when you get excited,” he mutters.
I give him a look. “Thayer, let me have my moment. I’m psychoanalyzing you. I’m an armchair—” I look down, “lap shrink.”
“Savannah.”
“All this time, I was thinking I just wasn’t good enough, until these hot little hussies with those ridiculously huge boobs, which are implants by the way,” I explain.
“Savannah,” he repeats, sterner this time and hell do I love when he says my name, “hush now.” I close my mouth. A feeling of calm washes over me when I realize how good it is to have him tell me something, to lean into that. It’s why the command of his voice and his sternness make my heart throb in my chest. Because it’s deeply, deeply erotic.
He pulls me close. “Il n'y a nulle part je préférerais être qu'ici avec toi.”
My heart turns. There is no place I’d rather be than right here with you.
I run my hand along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble along my skin. I lean closer to him. His hands span the small of my back as he pulls me closer to him. I’ve gone through so many emotions just during this conversation, my heart feels as if it’s going to explode.
Thayer Gerard, the sexiest, hottest man I know and master of this club… wants me.
THIRTEEN
Thayer
She was jealous.
Jealous of the women I’m hiring to work for me. They aren’t even women I’d spend the night with, and yet she still let her jealousy get the best of her. It was the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
She sees right through me. She breaks down every barrier I’ve ever put around me, intentionally or not. She tears down my defenses and bares me to her in ways I never knew possible.
I need to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.
I kiss her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, while she melts into my arms and moans. I kiss her throat, her collarbone, her shoulders. I kiss her until her head falls back and she’s putty in my hands. I lean her back and hold her, then kiss the hardened buds of her nipples under her top, her soft skin, her soft, flat belly, and the curve of each hip. I press my mouth to the tops of her thighs, one at a time, until she’s nearly panting, then I kiss her some more.
“Stand,” I say in a husky voice as I lift her off my lap and stand her in front of me. “Get these off.” I tug at her clothing as she does, though she moves more slowly than I do.
“Thayer,” she says in a choked voice. “What if someone sees us?”
“I locked the door,” I say, as I tug off her sweater.
“But other people have a way to open doors,” she protests.
I stand her in front of me and meet her eyes. “Am I in charge here or not?”
She swallows and nods, her eyes a bit wider. “Yes.”
I hold her chin firmly. “Do you trust me or not?”
A nod. “I do.”
“Then take your clothes off before I punish you. And that won’t be private. I’ll take you to the room of mirrors and punish you as an example of what happens to bad little girls who don’t do as they’re told.”
“You wouldn’t,” she says in a breathy whisper.
“I absolutely would.” I groan. “Fucking hard just thinking about it.”
Her clothes fall to the floor in rapid succession, one after the other. When she’s standing in front of me naked, I reach for her and take a moment to run my hands over the curves of her shoulders, the swell of her hips. I commit every perfect, seductive inch of her skin to memory before I give her another command.
“Do you serve me, love?”
I can tell by the flush of her cheeks this excites her. “Yes, sir.”
“Then undress me.”
With gentle hands, she removes my clothes slowly and purposefully. Mine join hers. It’s warm in here, spacious, and comfortable. I want to make love to her.
