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“But you did. I’ve seen your library,” he reminded her as he juggled her just enough to wrestle his keys from his pocket and unlock the door. “Nobody has their own personal library if they don’t like reading. We’re going to wake that passion up again.”
When her ass dropped into the passenger seat, she looked like a child being carted off to the doctor for shots. He bent and kissed her forehead. “Now breathe, bunny.”
As he rounded the hood of the jeep, Saul heard the locks click. A quick glance through the window showed Caera smiling sweetly at him, settling into her seat and buckling her seatbelt as though she’d won this small and inconsequential battle.
Chuckling, he slid the key into the lock and claimed the victory for himself. “Nice try.”
“Goddamn it,” she muttered again.
Humming under his breath, he started the engine and switched on the radio. Shooting her a sidelong glance, he let his lips curve into a wicked smile. “Just for that, you can think long and hard about how you’d like to submit your ass tonight, Caera. I’m not a man who turns down a gift so graciously offered, but I’ll allow you—this time—to choose how I’ll be fucking it.”
She squeaked.
Turning up the radio, he filled the jeep with pop music as he reversed out of his drive onto the street, humming along with the songs he knew, even singing a few bars of the ones he was most familiar with.
All the while, he could feel her vibrating beside him, her nerves working overtime.
“Saul…Sir?”
He lowered the volume. “Hmm?”
“Please can we take a rain check on the…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Fucking?”
“No,” he said gently, increasing the volume again.
Her thoughts were a merry-go-round, spinning crazily as she tried to balance the two main sources of worry she faced—social exposure and anal. Because there were two, she couldn’t focus completely on one, which threw her for a loop.
He changed gear, then felt her fingers clutch his sleeve. Saying nothing, he waited, his attention mostly on the road, but Caera remained quiet. A quick peek at her revealed she was apparently calmer, her eyes closed as she used the physical connection to anchor herself.
Saul counted the seconds, measuring her breathing, and realized she was finally listening to his order. She was a good girl, willing to please as soon as her brain switched off for a few minutes. It needed to give itself a break more often than it currently did.
Forty minutes later, making better time than he thought, he pulled into a parking space just down the street from their destination. There were plenty of people around, none of them paying any attention to anything but their own business.
Perfect.
He turned off the engine, watching Caera stay precisely as she was, probably forcing herself to imagine they were still in motion and miles away from facing this particular situation.
Unfortunately, it was time for her to move forward again.
“All right, little rabbit, let’s go shopping.”
“I’m not here,” she mumbled.
“Are you sure? Because I can see you, hear you, and…” Saul reached out and palmed her breast, finding her nipple and pinching it hard. It responded eagerly, pushing against the material of her sweater. “Oh yeah, it’s definitely you I’m touching.”
Green eyes popped open to stare balefully at him, but arousal was igniting beneath the attitude. “You just can’t play fair, can you?”
He shrugged, idly toying with her breast while keeping an eye on their surroundings. Explaining to the cops that he was using nipple play as a form of positive reinforcement in public likely wouldn’t go down well with the authorities. “You already know I like to play dirty. I can be fair, or I can be cruel. The latter really isn’t my preferred style.”
Caera harrumphed softly.
“Okay, why don’t we come to an arrangement?”
“An arrangement or blackmail?”
“I suppose it could fall under either. I mean, if I were to tell you that I’d be willing to postpone claiming the tight little asshole you so generously promised me only an hour ago—in exchange for, say, a calm, quiet thirty minutes in the bookstore—would that count as an arrangement? Or is it blackmail?”
Some of the fire in her eyes dampened. “You’d do that?”
