The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub by Jenika Snow Page A

out. Resting his
head in the center of his sub’s back, Dietrich closed his eyes and let the
post-orgasmic bliss wash through him.
    “You’re
such a good boy.” He smoothed his hands down Stellan’s side and kissed his sweat-slicked
shoulder blade.
    “Thank
you, Master.”
    Dietrich
rose and removed Stellan’s restraints before discarding the condom. After
helping his lover into the king-sized bed he went into the bathroom and cleaned
himself up. He would have run a bath for Stellan, but he knew his sub would
need some down-time, and all he wanted to do right down was be close to his
sub. He went back in the room and lay beside Stellan. The other man curled his
big body around his, and Dietrich ran his hands along Stellan’s bottom and
thighs, stroking the marks he left on his body. He let his eyes drift closed.
Peace and serenity washed through him, as it always did after he played with
his submissive. But instead of sleep consuming him, all he thought about was
how sweet the feeling would be when he had both Stellan and Blythe.

Chapter
Six
     
    The
time was going by so fast that Blythe couldn’t keep up. Already two weeks had passed
in a blur. Dietrich’s schedule was packed on paper, but actually following him
and making sure they were where they needed to be at the right time brought
hectic to a whole other level. Just today alone they had been to a breakfast
meeting, two afternoon merger proposals, a lunch meeting, and now they had a
dinner party for a business proposal. Blythe was already exhausted. Her feet
ached something fierce, and she still had a full night ahead of her. The only
thing that made her get through this was the fact she had the morning off.
There were no meetings scheduled until one in the afternoon, so she might
actually get to sleep in.
    She
finished putting in the pearl earrings she had bought with Dietrich’s black
AMEX. When she went shopping with Alberta, one of Dietrich’s contacts in
Portugal, she had gawked at the prices on the items he wanted her to buy.
Everything was expensive and elaborate, and Blythe had felt guilty buying them,
but that little voice inside of her was buried under the mound of clothing that
Alberta had piled in her arms.
    Smoothing
her hands down the periwinkle colored cocktail dress, Blythe took a step back
and appraised herself in the bathroom mirror. Her
blonde hair was swept to the side and pinned in a sophisticated bun. Her green
eyes looked paler under the bright lighting. She opted to go with a more
natural coloring with her make-up, and since she didn’t wear much of it and
wasn’t an expert in applying the damn stuff, she was pleased with the end
result. She turned the light off and exited the bathroom. After sitting on her
bed and slipping her heels on, she took a deep breath. The clock showed she had
about twenty minutes before she was expected downstairs, so she decided to call
her mom and Austin. After dialing her mom’s number and getting her voicemail,
Blythe left a quick message. Austin picked up on the third ring and was out of
breath.
    “Please
tell me I didn’t interrupt another sex session, Austin.”
    He
chuckled and said, “No, girl, I’m working out.” At her silence he laughed
harder and said, “On a treadmill, Blythe. Damn.” It was her turn to laugh. “So,
how’s Portugal and Mr. Give-Me-Moore.”
    Blythe
rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She
talked to Austin and her mom at least a couple of times a day. They were the
only people who mattered in her life, and it was horrible being away from them,
even if it had only been fourteen days. “Things are good … I guess.”
    “Uh-oh. What’s going
on, girlie?” The sound of weights dropping to the ground rang through the
receiver.
    Did
she dare tell Austin? There hadn’t been anything she kept from him, but she was
embarrassed that she lusted not only after her boss but also Stellan, his
lover.
    “Come
on, spill it.”
    She
took a