Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 by Becca Jameson

It had been years since he’d had someone stay in his home. But Maggie was different. She needed this full-time arrangement. Or maybe he was kidding himself and he was the one who needed it. Either way, it didn’t matter. She didn’t know it yet, but she brought him to his knees. She humbled him.
    He chuckled. How ironic. After all, Carlton was the Dom. He would have Maggie on her knees. Not the other way around. He finished his beer.
    Tired beyond the norm, he pushed himself to standing, headed for the kitchen and dropped the bottle in the trash. When he turned around, he glanced at his space. How would Maggie see his home? He was fairly tidy, and he doubted she would be disappointed, but he realized his space was rather boring. The furniture was bland, uninteresting, beige.
    Few pictures covered the walls. How had he not noticed this before? Who cares? It’s only for two weeks He lowered his gaze and trudged toward his bedroom. Without turning on the lights, he headed for the master bath, stripped his clothes, brushed his teeth and then returned to his bedroom.
    Naked, he slipped between the sheets. He often wore boxers when he was alone, but not tonight. The material of his shorts would draw attention to his rigid cock. Even the sheet annoyed him this time, as though it were made of sandpaper instead of cotton. He kicked it away from his body.
    Carlton stared at the ceiling. He lifted his arms to tuck his hands behind his neck. More deep breaths. It wasn’t going to happen. No arguing with his dick was going to settle the fellow for the night. Giving up the ruse, he lowered his hands to take his shaft in one palm while cupping his balls with the other.
    He closed his eyes, imagining Maggie’s small hand around his length, stroking him from the base to the tip. Her pale skin would contrast with his tanned body. Soft against hard. Delicate against rugged. He pictured her mouth open, shallow breaths coming from between her lips as she stared at the precome leaking from the tip of his cock.
    He held his breath as her imaginary mouth lowered over his shaft. How long had it been since she’d sucked a man’s cock? Would she swallow him deep into her throat or would she be more timid, licking and tasting him with her tongue?
    It didn’t matter, because he would teach her how he liked to be sucked off.
    Carlton pumped harder, his grip tightening as he let the head rub against his palm. He released his hold on his balls when he was no longer able to remain gentle and gripped the sheets at his side. It only took moments for him to reach his peak, and he tipped his head back, letting his mouth fall open as he gave a final thrust and came, pulsing onto his stomach.
    For long moments, he continued to stroke himself, not opening his eyes so he didn’t break the illusion of Maggie’s face between his legs. He didn’t want to shatter the spell.
    When he finally released his cock and reached for a tissue next to the bed to wipe himself off, he let his gaze fall on his torso. No Maggie. Of course. But he could almost scent her in the room. He’d been close enough to her tonight to know what her shampoo smelled like, her body soap, her personal scent that would drive him crazier every day. It was embedded in his memory already and he hadn’t even brought her to the house yet.
    He tried to relax into the mattress and let sleep take him under. It was going to be a long week.
    When Margaret awoke Saturday morning, she moaned into the pillow as she turned to see the clock. Nine. She hadn’t slept that soundly in months. Nor that late.
    As she pulled herself to sitting, everything from last night slammed back into her mind. The sheet fell away, leaving her exposed. She glanced down as she remembered why she was naked. Her nipples pebbled beneath her gaze, already protesting their nudity, or pleading for attention.
    Lifting her gaze, she eased from the bed and padded over to her dresser. Without thinking, she opened the top drawer