The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance by Harper Miller Page A

physically.”
    I rose up from the chair and walked over to where micah sat. her eyes intently focused on My towering form until I was so close that she was forced to lean back to meet My gaze. I extended My hand and she took it without delay. she was a good girl, such a good girl, displaying obedience without the slightest hesitation.
    I pulled her up from the sofa a bit more roughly than I intended, but I didn’t regret it. her body pressed firmly against My chest. Fuck, she smelled amazing. I placed My hands on the small of her back, just slightly above the curve of her ass, and nuzzled against her ear.
    It was clear from the sigh that escaped her lips, micah was feeling some kind of way about Me. she was turned on, and that was good. Very good.
    I whispered in her ear, “My hard limit is sharing. I do not share under any circumstances, micah. What’s Mine is Mine, so that puts a damper on your threesome plans.”
    Even though micah had an unfulfilled fantasy, and I was all about meeting My woman’s needs, there was no way I was going to let another Man fuck My pretty girl. she was Mine. And her pussy was Mine. I share many things, but pussy was never one of them.
    “I’m also in agreement with your other hard limits,” I said as My breath caused tiny goose bumps to rise along micah’s neck and jaw.
    she tried to wriggle out of My grasp, but I wanted her to feel what she did to Me. There was no way to hide My erection.
    I let her out of My embrace, offering My hand to her once more. she didn’t make eye contact, which disappointed Me, but she did take My hand.
    “When I gave you the tour of My condo, micah, I neglected to show you one room in particular: My playroom. Would you like to see it?”
    she nodded without hesitation. In that moment, she looked coy, demure, wanting, eager. I wanted a taste every ounce of her.
    We had briefly discussed the possibility of play when we’d spoken on the phone, but nothing was set in stone. I think she and I were on the same page tonight, though. I wanted her in that room—she belonged there and she knew it.
    More than anything, I wanted to kiss her. Those lush lips of hers were calling out to Me and I wanted to devour them. Throughout the evening, I’d witnessed a variety of smiles from micah. When she laughed and lit up, that was by far My favorite.
    I interlaced micah’s fingers with Mine and made a path down the corridor toward My sanctuary. For the past couple of years, I only played at clubs like Spanxxx or private parties. I hadn’t brought a woman to My playroom in five long years. I missed sharing My special place with a special lady—My special lady.
    Showtime.
    micah
    The music pulsing through the sound system gave me chills. “Flamenco Sketches” provided the soundtrack of the moment. He was a Miles Davis fan. There was no way for Him to know, but Kind of Blue was my favorite album by the trumpeter. It’s one of those must-have albums for a jazz enthusiast.
    The musical taste of most men i’d dated recently was questionable. i was starting to believe the art of seduction via love songs had died, but Rick had me rethinking my stance.
    Music was the gateway to the soul. It conveyed what words alone could not; it seemed that Rick understood that. His musical selection was perfect. The soft tapping of the drums. The purr of the saxophone and trombone. The quiet plink of the piano. The riffing, the trills, the chords all flowed around my eardrums like warm caramel.
    His musical selection told me that He was the kind of Man who liked to take His time. my stomach continued to do flips as He took my hand and led me down the dimly lit corridor. i got the feeling He was about to turn my world upside down.
    He stopped in front of a door i had pegged as the laundry room during the initial tour and pulled a lone key from His pants pocket. He unlocked the door and entered ahead of me into the darkened space, and then switched on the lights.
    i was immediately struck by