Always (Family Justice Book 1) by Suzanne Halliday

You’re expected to be prompt for your scheduled massage. I’m not sure we have enough time now to, uh…get real deep .”
    Holy fuck. The bitchy, throaty growl and the way her voice shook on the word deep almost pushed him over the edge. Grinding his jaw, he drank in every detail of Meghan trying to play the controlling mistress. He goddamn loved that she tried.
    Chuckling low and deep, he strode further into the room with what he hoped was his very best lord-and-master swagger, loosening his tie and undoing the top buttons on his shirt.
    “Well, make time, woman,” he snarled with a humorous lilt. “I’ve told you, patience .” He whipped the tie from around his neck and snickered as he tossed it aside.
    “Sorry you had to wait, darling. But when I get a text out of nowhere that says, Bring me your ass , it can sometimes take a few minutes to get out of whatever I am engaged in. After all, it’s not like I can just stand up in a crowded room, point to my phone, shrug, and say, Sorry, my lady wants to fuck , and have that be it.”
    She gasped in mock outrage and planted her fists on her hips. “Major Marquez! Behave yourself. You have an appointment for a massage. I don’t know what you’re talking about with that other.”
    “What,” he grinned, “you mean the fucking?”
    “Sir,” she sniped, “I’m going to have to ask you to mind your damn manners. I have three badass brothers who won’t take to having their sister subjected to such coarse language.”
    He’d been stalking closer as she spoke, pushing her into a corner before she realized what he’d done. With the wall at her back and nowhere to go, she flinched, tilted her chin, and looked up at him. She always crumbled when he used the power of his physical presence to control her. It was his ace in the hole and could change their dynamic in a heartbeat. Meghan might want to play, but she was also hard-wired to yield to him when he used his dominance to subdue her.
    Alex let several long moments drift by as he loomed over her, one of his hands on the wall above her head and the other tracing the armhole of her t-shirt. His face was mere inches from hers, listening to the panting breaths she was taking. He could feel the heat radiating off her sweet body.
    “So, now that you’ve made time,” he drawled silkily, smirking for emphasis, “I’ve brought you my ass as requested. Do with it what you will, my beautiful Irish fuck Goddess.”
    Meghan smiled. It would have been so easy for Alex to take her right then and there. Hell, she was always ready, but the fuck goddess comment was her green light to call the shots. For now.
    Slipping her hands inside his suit jacket, she slid it slowly off his broad shoulders. She was thrilled with the feel of his custom-made shirt and the way his body heat warmed the normally crisp, cool fabric. He was so damn yummy she forgot for a minute what she was doing, letting his expensive jacket fall to a heap on the floor as she stroked his muscular chest beneath the soft cotton.
    Getting him to add a couple of expensive custom-made suits to his wardrobe had been easy once she let him know that she really liked the clean-shaven badass businessman look. She also liked the scruffy, absentminded professor look. The sexy-as-fuck rock-n-roll drummer look. The blue jeans and chambray shirt look or what she called her Sexy Cowboy. On Alex, they were all good.
    Murmuring softly, she told him, “You know…I like these shirts very much,” as her fingers mapped every inch of his chest. “Plus, you look hot as hell in a suit, Major. It pleases me whenever you wear one,” she added in a throaty murmur.
    She felt a finger drift down the side of her face as she continued staring at his gorgeous torso in the fitted white shirt while her hands kept busy stroking him with hungry hands. No matter how many times she touched him, it still stole her breath when she could feel every muscle, every curve, and every ridge of his manly