Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 599(@250wpm)___ 499(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you playing with him.” His mouth was turned down but his hand still stroked her hair. “I’m sorry, Kenz. I’m struggling with a couple of things. I know you won’t believe me but I’m not normally jealous. I’m a casual boyfriend, but I can’t do it with you.”
“And the rich girl shit?”
“Oh, did you skip the no cursing part of our contract? That’s ten.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, motherfucker,” she replied with a smile.
“Brat. Get up. Let’s move this to the bench. It’s clear you need some discipline.”
He hauled her up. She wasn’t used to being manhandled by anyone. She wasn’t exactly a lightweight. She was fit but she wasn’t tiny. She worked hard to put muscle on her body, and her curves never went away. So the fact that Ben picked her up like she weighed nothing sent a thrill through her.
The games she could play with this man. He was the alpha werewolf and she the lovely but mysterious omega who needed protection, and he knew exactly what he wanted in return. She was the maid and he was the billionaire who suddenly desperately needed a fake bride, but shouldn’t they look like they slept together?
He flipped her and then eased her on the prepared spanking bench, reaching to move her breasts so they dangled.
“Have I ever told you I fantasize about fucking your tits? I hold them together and move my dick between them. It’s surrounded by all that softness and warmth, and you let me. You accept it. You like it when I squeeze your little nipples and go all rough. You love it when I come all over your chest and rub it in like I can leave a mark on your body.”
She felt her pussy clench at the thought. “I think we can make that happen, Sir.”
His fingers traced down the length of her spine, warmth flooding her system. Anticipation. She had no idea how long she had with this man. She wanted forever, but she wasn’t going to get that from him. She would get hurried moments, nights when their worlds connected.
If Huisman didn’t kill him.
“How many Doms have you had?” Ben asked, and she heard his footsteps on the hardwoods.
She tilted her head. One wall was mirrored, and she could see him moving toward the desk in the bedroom portion of the room. She was sure that desk had seen many a sexual act. Now it was where someone had placed Ben’s kit. “Like played with? Probably more than I should admit. Slept with? Not many. I know the spy thing seems like a great way to have an enormous amount of sex, but it’s mostly sitting places and watching for people while eating snack foods I’ll work off later on in the gym. Or when I’m running from people who are trying to kill me. I don’t regret that Swiss cake roll when I’m racing through the streets of Prague trying to make sure a Chinese agent doesn’t gut me.”
He laughed and moved back into her space. “I once ran at least five miles with a gunshot wound in my bicep to get away from two dudes working for an arms dealer. They were up to date on all the ways to take a man down,” he said. “And I didn’t even get snack cakes.”
“That’s where you’re going wrong.”
“And I wasn’t asking about who you’ve played with or who you’ve slept with. Who have you signed a contract with?”
She almost didn’t want to tell him. It made her feel too vulnerable. “No one. I have a contract with The Hideout, and everyone knows my rules. When I need a session, I usually ask Gabe and whoever his switch of the week is. Sometimes Doms who work at Top come in and I play with some of them. I’m not a nun, Ben. I’ve had D/s sex. It’s what works for me.”
She felt his hand on her ass, cupping it as though testing the flesh he found there.
“So you’ve never had a full-time Dom?”
“Is that what you are?” It was what she wanted, but she didn’t see how it could work. Not really. Although they did work together a lot, and if she was Kara then she could request his backup or he could request hers. Their countries had some awkward times together the last decade, but they were working to repair the issues.
“As long as we’re together, yes. Like you said, it’s what works for you. I would have told you I could take it or leave it, but I want that contract with you. I want you bound up. I think it’ll be far easier to deal with your family if I have that contract,” he admitted. “But mostly I want it because I want to look at it and see your signature. The one that lets me know you trust me to do this.”