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Maggie wasn’t positive what was bothering Terry, but she had a good guess. She should’ve refused to touch Dale. Terry didn’t share. He’d said that at least a hundred times, but at that moment she would’ve done whatever he’d asked her to do.
Terry placed her gently on the bed, removing his jacket from around her shoulders and covering her with a blanket. “Do you want something to drink?”
“I’m fine.” She sat up. They needed to talk.
“I’ll get you some water.” He walked to the kitchen area and grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator. He came back into the room, his stride less confident than normal, and handed it to her.
“Thank you.” She took a few gulps, thirstier than she’d thought and then leaned over, putting it on the nightstand.
He hovered by the bed. She stared at his chest, her body beginning to hum again at the sight of all that glorious flesh. It’d be hot and smooth, the hair soft under her hands. She could skim her fingers up and down, getting lower with each trip but this wasn’t the time. He was...upset. She forced her gaze to his face, but he stared at the floor. This wasn’t good. She was naked and his eyes weren’t on her.
“Terry, I’m...I don’t know what to say.” She could say she was sorry but apologizing for everything was the old Maggie. The new Maggie—Terry’s Maggie—only apologized if she were truly sorry or at fault and she wasn’t either of those things. He’d told her over and over that in the bedroom her job was to obey, not to think and tonight she hadn’t. She’d obeyed and she’d enjoyed it.
“Shit.” He ran his hand through his thick, black hair. “Fuck. I never should’ve told you to touch him.” He began to pace. “I lost control of the scene. I shouldn’t have. It’s my fault. I...I...just...Fuck.” He stopped pacing, his eyes searching hers.
“You’re not upset that I...I touched him?” She’d done more than touched another man’s chest or shoulder; she’d given the guy a hand job.
“What? No. I told you to do it.”
“I know but...”
He took two large steps and was back at the bed. He sat on the edge, his body stiff with tension. “You’re not mad that I asked?”
“Asked? You don’t ask. You demand.”
“I know.” His handsome face crumpled. “I shouldn’t have ordered you to touch him. You’d made it clear you didn’t want to involve them and I...I’m sorry.”
She touched his cheek and leaned forward, kissing him softly. “I didn’t lie when I said I didn’t want them touching me but if you’d asked me later...when it was just the three of us and we were...deep in the middle of...everything, I would’ve had a different answer.”
“So, you’re not mad at me? Disgusted by this? By me?”
“No. Never.” She cupped his face and kissed him again, this time letting her tongue travel over his lips but pulling back when he opened. She smiled. “I’m never disgusted with you. Mad? Plenty of times but not this time.”
His eyes searched hers for a long moment before he stood. He kicked off his shoes and shoved down his pants and underwear before crawling onto the bed. She smiled as she dropped on her back and he moved over her, his large body surrounding hers.
He kissed her, his chest pushing her into the mattress and then he rolled, pulling her flush against his side. “I’m glad you’re okay with...with what happened but I shouldn’t have invited Dale to sit so close.” He kissed her again. “You’re too fucking beautiful. I’m impressed that he didn’t touch you.”
“I’m glad he didn’t.”
He leaned up on his elbow, brushing the hair from her face. “Maggie, do you want a threesome?”
She searched his eyes but couldn’t see what he wanted her to say. “Do you want that?”
“I asked you first.”
“Stop sounding like the kids.” She grinned.
“Answer my question.” His face was serious.
“No, Terry. I don’t. I only want you, but if you want others...I guess...I’m okay with it sometimes as long as I’m there too.”
“I don’t. I don’t want any other women.”
“Men?”
“No. You know I don’t like to share.”
“But tonight...”
“I do like them watching you. Seeing you with me. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His fingers skimmed over her cheeks.
The caring and heat in his eyes almost made her disintegrate into the bedding.
“You don’t believe me when I tell you. So, I wanted the other men there to show you how beautiful you are.”
“Oh, Terry.” He’d done this for her. Yes, he’d obviously enjoyed it too, but the silly man had thought she’d needed it. “I do believe you at the moment you say it.” She grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers, enjoying the darkening of his eyes when she teased the tips with her tongue. “I’m working on my self-esteem but things like that take time. They don’t go away overnight.”
“I hate seeing you so unsure about us.”
“I’m not unsure about us.”
“You thought I didn’t want to bring you to the Club because I didn’t want to be seen with you.”
“I did think that.” She glanced away. “You’re right. I am unsure sometimes.”
“You shouldn’t be.”
She could feel his gaze on her but she couldn’t look at him, not yet. Her insecurities weren’t his fault. She knew he cared for her but he’d never said he loved her. She told herself it didn’t matter. Her ex had said it and he’d cheated on her, divorced her and had tried to steal their money. Words meant nothing; a person’s actions did. She knew this, but her silly heart wanted the words and that was her issue, not his. “None of this is your fault or because of you.”
“But I’m supposed to take care of you and helping you realize how beautiful you are is part of that.”
“Terry...” She sighed. He was so sweet and so naïve sometimes.
“Don’t. I know you think you’re fat and unattractive but you aren’t. You’re lush and beautiful. You had to see it tonight in their faces, even if you can’t see it in mine.”
“Oh, Terry.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You are such a man.”
“I am that”—he lowered himself to her, pressing his hardening dick against her thigh—“but I don’t think you meant it that way.” He shifted so his cock rested at the juncture between her thighs. “So, what did you mean by that?”
“I meant”—she lifted her leg over his hip—“that just because they were aroused it doesn’t mean they think I’m beautiful.”
“No man jerks off while watching a woman unless he thinks she’s hot.”
“Okay, but hot isn’t beautiful.”
“No. It’s better.”
She laughed. “I guess body wise, it’s better.”
“Then you saw it, right? You know what I see every time I look at you or think of you.”
“I did see it. Their lust and desire.” It had helped her lose some of her inhibition. “But the only time I need to see it, the only face I want to see it on is yours.”
“Listen, closely.” He pulled her collar, forcing her face closer to his. “I’m never sharing you with anyone.” He kissed her long and hard, making her melt against him and then he stopped, his breath heavy. “But, you will see lust and desire on other men’s faces because unless you don’t want to come back here, we’ll be performing again.”
“W-we will?” Her heart raced with both nerves and anticipation.
“Do you want to come back and play after this weekend?”
“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate. This was part of who he was and lord help her, she wanted it to be a part of herself as well.
“Good.” The heat in his eyes almost incinerated her. “Next time, maybe we’ll take the stage.”
“The stage?” She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. “Tomorrow?”
“No. I have something else planned for tomorrow.” He rolled over, pulling her on top of him.
“What?” She squirmed in excitement. Tonight had been unexpected but glorious. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
“It’s a surprise.” He slapped her ass. “Now, stop wiggling. We both need to rest a bit. Then, we’ll fuck again before getting dinner. Ethan has a great restaurant here.”
Go back out there? See Bruce and Dale and oh god, Richard. “I don’t know if I can face those guys again.”
“Oh, you will and they’ll act like nothing happened but whenever they look at you, they’ll remember how beautiful you were when you came. How hot you were when you touched yourself and licked your fingers.”
She dropped her head on his chest. “I did do that, didn’t I?”
“Yep and it was fucking ball blowing. I thought Bruce was going to bust a nut right then.”
“You’re a bad influence on me.” She would’ve never done something like that before she’d met him. Never. Ever. She’d been shy and timid—a rabbit. Now, she was his rabbit. She kissed his chest, teasing his nipple with her tongue and teeth. His bunny was bold and sexy. At least, that’s how she felt right now. Actually, she felt that way a lot more than she used to.
“So much for resting.” He shoved the covers out of his way as he helped her sit up so she straddled his waist, his thick cock already hard and ready for her. “Show me how bad of an influence I am and fuck me, Maggie.”
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His Sub — Terry’s a dominant but Maggie’s not his usual sub. She’s a curvy, single mother of three who needs a dominant’s guidance more than any woman he’s ever met. However, she insists on fighting him every step of the way.
Interviewing for her Lover — Nick’s the consummate playboy. Sarah is looking for a lover for a few nights. They should be perfect for each other, and they are. Too perfect. Their chemistry is off-the-charts explosive. Will they be able to walk away after only six nights of fantasies? (this book is the first of their six nights together).
The Voyeur– When Patrick stumbles across a cute maid watching a couple have sex at La Petite Mort Club he can’t believe his luck, until he discovers that she’s his best friend’s little sister. Sparks fly when he's ordered to keep her out of trouble.
The Mistletoe Game – At La Petite Mort Club nothing is ever as innocent as a kiss under the mistletoe. Ellie gets dragged into a kinky game with a handsome stranger after being dumped by her boyfriend at The Club.
The Baby Bargain – Harker is rich, sexy and has everything he wants, except a child. He’s chosen Alison to be the mother. She extremely intelligent, warm, funny and even though she’s more average looking than beautiful, for some reason he really, really wants to fuck her. And when he wants something, he gets it. Now, he just has to convince her to have his baby and they will be conceiving the old-fashioned way.
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