Erogenous Zones: Monica's Secret by Saskia Walker Page A

her look adorably cute, as if she held a comforter. Her position also meant her breasts were squeezed gently together. Her nipples were tilted up and he had to resist the urge to lean in and run his tongue over them. His cock grew hard as he thought about it. She might like to be woken up that way. It was too soon for him to know, but he would endeavour to find out soon enough.
    The arch of her waist and the curve of the hip made him long to stroke her. The sheet covered her from the hip down. When he looked back to her face her breathing altered, and her eyelids fluttered open.
    Owen reached over and stroked the soft, warm, womanly curve of her abdomen. That made her smile.
    “Good morning,” she said, and her cheeks flushed as she looked around the room and realised she was still naked on his bed.
    He now had a full on erection. Ducking his head, he kissed her gently, brushing his lips over hers. When he drew back, he pulled the stockings from between her hands and dropped them on the bed. He went to stroke the palm of her hand, but when he did she snatched it away.
    She bolted upright as if she’d been physically slapped, turning around and putting her feet quickly to the floor.
    His thoughts focused, fast. The personal space thing, of course. When she’d been bound she’d acted differently, as if she didn’t mind the contact. He’d assumed they’d pushed her past it, but now he wondered if it was the bondage itself that had forced her through it.
    Curious, he reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder.
    She moved, gently shrugging it off.
    “You’re a fascinating woman, Monica.”
    She glanced over her shoulder. “Why, ‘cos I’m freaky about being touched?”
    Something akin to resentment flared in those astute eyes of hers.
    “That’s just one of many reasons.”
    There was sadness in the set of her mouth, and it made him hanker to understand her.
    It also made him want to kiss her again.

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    She stood up and scouted around as if looking for her clothing. Then she was getting dressed, super fast, as if readying herself to leave. Owen frowned. It was scarcely six. Once Alec was done with his shower he would order breakfast. He wanted her to stay. They could enjoy the meal together, and plan another rendezvous. For some reason he couldn’t bear the idea of her leaving, in case it was a one-off. Something about this woman had captured his attention, and he was pretty sure Alec wanted more too.
    “You don’t have to go yet.”
    “I do. I shouldn’t have done this.” She shot him a regretful glance.
    As she dressed her lips remained tightly shut. She really believed it was wrong, even though she wanted it. Owen wondered if she really didn’t do this kind of thing. That would explain a few of her responses. He wondered too if she’d ever had a multiple orgasm before.
    Something had made her stay the night before. Perhaps it was the bondage. Maybe she needed to be submissive. Perhaps having two guys did it for her and she hadn’t had that kind of opportunity very often before. Whatever it was, she wanted more. He could see it in the sidelong glances she gave him as she dressed, but she was still as wary as a bird about to take its first flight.
    The sound of the shower had stopped.
    She shoved her feet into her shoes and glanced at the bathroom. “I better go.”
    Owen’s attention sharpened. She wanted to be gone before Alec appeared. Couldn’t trust herself to leave if they were both there. It was imperative he make her stay. He was on his feet a split second later.
    “I don’t want you to go.” He grasped her shoulder, forced her to face him.
    “Please, I have to.” She struggled and wrenched free.
    “Jesus, Owen.” Alec stood there with his hands on his hips, watching. He had a towel around his waist and his hair and chest were both dripping wet from the shower. The look in his eyes was warning enough.
    Owen was taken aback. Had he been too forceful? He walked the line, he knew