Page 9 of Dominant Desires


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His eyes flash amusement. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

Reaching into his pants he retrieves the key card, sliding it fast in one swift motion. Once the door unlocks, he fixes his eyes on mine, watching me feverishly.

“After you.”

“Thanks,” I humor him, entering the suite.

The walls are painted a soft peach color, which is very easy on the eyes. After kicking off my heels, the carpet, a dark beige, is soft on my feet. There’s a marble coffee table resting in the middle of the room, along with two couches, and a large television mounted on the wall.

He presses his hand against the small of my back, and a shiver travels down my spine. Without my heels Jaxon Edwards now towers over my five-foot-four frame, easily past six feet.

He takes notice of my bare feet. “I’m glad to see that you’ve made yourself at home.”

The heat from his hand radiates against my skin, and my body tenses from his touch. I can’t even put into words how incredible it feels to be touched by someone so powerful.

I look away from his gaze.

There’s a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the dining area. The table is long, silverware all set out along with six chairs.

Suddenly, a knock sounds from the other room.

“Excuse me, Sasha. That should be my bags with my belongings. Make yourself comfortable,” he says, dismissing himself from the room.

Stepping into the guest room, I sigh comfortably at the size of the bed, as it’s much bigger than mine. Standing before the large window, I am in awe, taking in the fascinating view of New York City.

A flashback of my parents comes rushing back to me, thinking back to when I was thirteen and we had all gone on a vacation.

We stayed at a hotel and had the most incredible view of a sunset, and we couldn’t believe how vivacious the sight before us was. That was the last time I stood in front of a window this big. We couldn’t believe how lucky we were to be seeing something so magnificent together.

Now, I’m standing alone.

The master bedroom has me in pure disbelief as I step inside. The king-sized bed has me fantasizing. Naughty, naughty thoughts. I find myself picturing Jaxon Edwards naked, and my face blushes at the images in my head.

Sheepishly turning around, I nearly knock myself over as I bump into something. Large, firm hands grasp my arms to keep me steady.

“Are you all right?” Mr. Edwards asks.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“A bottle of wine should arrive shortly.”

“Okay,” I say, following behind him.

After sitting quietly in the living room for the last several minutes, the loud knocking on the door startles me. Jaxon gracefully stands and makes his way across the room.

Opening the door, a man with a cart stands before him with a bottle of wine and a bucket of ice. After Jaxon rolls the cart further into the room, he retrieves two glasses from the dining area.

Swiftly opening the bottle, he fills our glasses halfway.

“Drink,” Jaxon orders, handing me the glass as I take a small sip. “Tell me what you think.”

“The best wine I’ve ever had,” I admit.

“Excellent.” He places his glass onto the table in front of us. “Excuse me for a moment. I’m going to take a few of my bags to my room, and I’ll bring you the contract.”

My stomach drops. “Contract?”

“Yes. Contract.”

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