years. It’s not because of his dominance, or the
fact I’ve wanted him for so long. Even as she half-heartedly tried to
convince herself, her body made a mockery of her denial. Her nipples remained
hard, her heart raced, and between her thighs, the traitorous flesh began to
weep.
“Look at me, slave.” The harsh demand had her
responding despite her desire not to. Her eyes met his. The anger was still
there, but under it she could see hurt. Hurt? That can’t be…
“When were you going to tell me?” The thumb on his
free hand ran over the corner of her mouth, before sliding down her neck to her
shoulders, then traveling out and up her out-stretched arms.
“Tell you what?”
His mouth firmed with displeasure, as a frown
appeared between his eyes. “Are you sure you want to play this out? Are you
forgetting that as the person who holds your Power of Attorney, the bank has to
call and advise me about Grant closing out your accounts?”
Her breath caught in her throat as uncertainty filled
her. When she’d spoken to him last night she honestly hadn’t thought about the
fact that the bank might contact him. It wasn’t until later in the evening that
she’d thought about it. What else did he know? Uncertainty turned into fear.
Did he know about Grant’s call? Her lips parted on a nervous breath before she shrugged.
“I don’t know how he even got the money out of the account.” She tried to tug
her hands free, but stopped when he tightened his hand around them. “I was
planning on calling the bank this morning.” She pushed up with her hips. “Let
me up. I need to call them now - before it gets any later.
“It’s nearly three o’clock in the afternoon, Myrna.”
He pressed her hips back down with his own. She nearly swallowed her tongue
when she felt the impression of his erection against her mound. A rough hiss
escaped him before he ground against her, his eyes darkening even as his
breathing became more erratic.
“Three! I need to…” She wrenched on her arms before
she kicked out with her legs. When he held her so effortlessly she realized she
wasn’t getting free until he decided to let go, his actions had the beginnings
of desire inside her melting away.
“Stop it!” His hand slapped down on the rounded curve
of her hip even though his hips continued to rub against her. Through the
layers of blanket and flannel, she felt the thud of his palm against her flesh.
It had her freezing while a different type of fear simmered in her veins. She
stilled even as she felt her response - the embers of her need sizzled. She
shook her head in denial as she realized she wanted his domination. A moment
later he jerked his hips away from hers, but a dark flush filled his cheeks and
a glimmer of regret flicked in his eyes.
“Son of a bitch.” He rolled off her. She nearly cried
out a denial, until his words to her registered. “I’ve already contacted the
bank.”
Her heart began to pound again. She slowly sat up,
pushing her fear, her desire – everything from her mind that didn’t pertain to
Grant to a distant place. “You did?”
He gave a quick nod before rolling into a sitting
position. She watched as he ran his hands through his hair. “Get up. Dinner
will be ready in less than half hour.” He stood.
He was almost to the door when she found her voice.
“Amery, what did you find out?”
“Get dressed. We’ll talk about it at dinner.”
“Okay.” She moved to the edge of the bed. She was
just reaching for her robe, when his voice rasped over her once more.
“And Myrna?”
She looked up from tying her robe.
“You had better come up with a good reason for not
telling me last night, or you’ll find yourself draped over my knees with my
hand warming your ass.”
Her mouth opened and closed several times. “But I’m
not your slave!”
His eyes turned cool before his mouth hardened. “It
won’t matter. You’ll find yourself there just the same.” He turned and stalked
out of
fact I’ve wanted him for so long. Even as she half-heartedly tried to
convince herself, her body made a mockery of her denial. Her nipples remained
hard, her heart raced, and between her thighs, the traitorous flesh began to
weep.
“Look at me, slave.” The harsh demand had her
responding despite her desire not to. Her eyes met his. The anger was still
there, but under it she could see hurt. Hurt? That can’t be…
“When were you going to tell me?” The thumb on his
free hand ran over the corner of her mouth, before sliding down her neck to her
shoulders, then traveling out and up her out-stretched arms.
“Tell you what?”
His mouth firmed with displeasure, as a frown
appeared between his eyes. “Are you sure you want to play this out? Are you
forgetting that as the person who holds your Power of Attorney, the bank has to
call and advise me about Grant closing out your accounts?”
Her breath caught in her throat as uncertainty filled
her. When she’d spoken to him last night she honestly hadn’t thought about the
fact that the bank might contact him. It wasn’t until later in the evening that
she’d thought about it. What else did he know? Uncertainty turned into fear.
Did he know about Grant’s call? Her lips parted on a nervous breath before she shrugged.
“I don’t know how he even got the money out of the account.” She tried to tug
her hands free, but stopped when he tightened his hand around them. “I was
planning on calling the bank this morning.” She pushed up with her hips. “Let
me up. I need to call them now - before it gets any later.
“It’s nearly three o’clock in the afternoon, Myrna.”
He pressed her hips back down with his own. She nearly swallowed her tongue
when she felt the impression of his erection against her mound. A rough hiss
escaped him before he ground against her, his eyes darkening even as his
breathing became more erratic.
“Three! I need to…” She wrenched on her arms before
she kicked out with her legs. When he held her so effortlessly she realized she
wasn’t getting free until he decided to let go, his actions had the beginnings
of desire inside her melting away.
“Stop it!” His hand slapped down on the rounded curve
of her hip even though his hips continued to rub against her. Through the
layers of blanket and flannel, she felt the thud of his palm against her flesh.
It had her freezing while a different type of fear simmered in her veins. She
stilled even as she felt her response - the embers of her need sizzled. She
shook her head in denial as she realized she wanted his domination. A moment
later he jerked his hips away from hers, but a dark flush filled his cheeks and
a glimmer of regret flicked in his eyes.
“Son of a bitch.” He rolled off her. She nearly cried
out a denial, until his words to her registered. “I’ve already contacted the
bank.”
Her heart began to pound again. She slowly sat up,
pushing her fear, her desire – everything from her mind that didn’t pertain to
Grant to a distant place. “You did?”
He gave a quick nod before rolling into a sitting
position. She watched as he ran his hands through his hair. “Get up. Dinner
will be ready in less than half hour.” He stood.
He was almost to the door when she found her voice.
“Amery, what did you find out?”
“Get dressed. We’ll talk about it at dinner.”
“Okay.” She moved to the edge of the bed. She was
just reaching for her robe, when his voice rasped over her once more.
“And Myrna?”
She looked up from tying her robe.
“You had better come up with a good reason for not
telling me last night, or you’ll find yourself draped over my knees with my
hand warming your ass.”
Her mouth opened and closed several times. “But I’m
not your slave!”
His eyes turned cool before his mouth hardened. “It
won’t matter. You’ll find yourself there just the same.” He turned and stalked
out of
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