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“Oh, I’ve met quite a few of those,” I stated, having dated a bit before giving up the drama for emotionless transactions that earned me money. “Never even considered putting aside my free lifestyle, but if Jasmine’s insides match the beauty of her outside?” I shrugged, my groin on board with what I might have already set my mind on.
“Holy shit. Never thought you’d ever consider an exclusive relationship.”
“Yeah, well, shit happens,” I said with a shrug, knowing in that moment that Ididwant Jasmine. From what I’d seen and heard from Dina over the years, her youngest sister was one hell of a woman and would make a great partner in life.
His deep chuckle caused my grin to widen, and I ignored the Sox game and focused on finding a way to make her mine—and comfortable with my hands on her body.
Chapter6
Jasmine
On Monday, Micah was sweet as blueberry pie, putting me at ease before the first hour passed.
“I’m going to make coffee,” he said, coming out of his office. “Want a cup?”
I smiled up at him but quickly looked away. His intense blue eyes caused my stomach to flutter and my fingers tingle to touch the scruff along his jaw. “Sure.”
He headed for the door leading into his house, and I enjoyed another eyeful of his fine backside before he disappeared from sight.
Sighing, I turned back to my computer screen and the order I’d been putting together on the sex toy website Micah purchased supplies from. My attraction for my boss was troubling enough, never mind having to look at kinky items that got my mind going.
Butt plugs…
Teeth holding onto my lower lip, I scrolled down through the various shapes and sizes. They were something that definitely interested me. Dildos too. Vibrators. Cuffs, crops, and floggers. I’d seen them all on various websites over the weekend while “studying”.
I’d also stumbled across a free porn site, and while I expected the scenes played out in front of cameras contained a bit of theatrics for those getting off on watching, I had somewhat of a handle on what it meant to be a submissive in Micah’s world.
Even better had been a personal blog from a woman living the lifestyle with her husband for over twenty years. Talk about swoon-worthy and the happily-ever-after I craved for myself.
Dampness coated my panties, and I squirmed on my chair while browsing through the website’s toys. Thick wooden paddles. Obscene dildos shaped like a dragon cock. Butt plugs with enough girth my asshole clenched.
A cane caught my eye. While I wasn’t sure I would enjoy the type of severe pain I’d read came with that particular item, my body seemed interested in finding out. Nipple clamps, though? Yes, please. I’d found pinching rather than flicking my tight nubs when masturbating over the weekend had sent me rushing over the edge ten times faster than a passive caress.
A shiver slid up my back, and I turned.
Micah stood in the open doorway to his private lair. His gaze flitted from the computer screen to my face.
Warmth rushed through me at the heat in his eyes, and I jerked back toward the computer, minimizing the website window displaying various clamps with sharp-looking teeth. “I’m just placing an order.” The words rushed from my mouth. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to get the same old, same old, or if we should try out some new items.”
I’d said we.
Oh, God!My face flooded with heat. “They. You. I-I mean the escorts.” My forced smile wobbled. “With clients.”
Swallowing, I peeked at him, and my smile faded.
One eyebrow cocked, he smirked down at me, but that heat still simmered in his eyes. “You have permission to order whatever you desire, Jasmine.”
“Th-thank you, sir.”
Shit!
“Micah. Thank you,Micah,” I corrected myself.
Chuckling, he disappeared into his house again. I buried my face in my hands, my stomach in knots and my skin sizzling from head to toe. What did he think of me? Had he seen me squirming on my chair to ease the twinging between my legs?
“Oh, God,” I muttered into my palms.
“Jasmine.”
