Unconditional (Masters and Mercenaries #5.5)(46)

This was where she’d longed to be. Everything faded away except the need to serve him. There was nothing except pleasure in this place. There was no responsibility beyond answering his call. For however long he chose, she was free. She didn’t hate her life. She loved it, but that didn’t mean she needed these moments less. It simply meant she acknowledged her needs, her secret self.

“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” He put a hand on her head.

Tears pierced her eyes. “I know how beautiful I feel when you’re with me.”

There was a moment of silence, but she’d gotten used to that. Whenever she told him she loved him, he paused as though he needed to soak it in. After a long moment, his hand moved, cradling her skull. “You make me a better man.”

Hope sparked through her. It was going to work. It would. He loved her. She loved him. It might take a while, but he was smart. She could teach him. “You make me a better woman.”

“I doubt that, love, but I’ll listen to it.” His hand moved to the back of her neck. “Help me out of these clothes.”

She reached for the fly of his slacks. He always dressed for business if they weren’t at Sanctum, and if she had a chance, she would get him in a pair of jeans. They would hug his perfect ass. He was so freaking gorgeous, but he didn’t know it. He dressed for occasions, not to show off his body. He dressed for work or the club and he struggled at anything else. She could so help him with that. She would dress him to please her because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever met.

His cock sprang forward. It was always like that. It was such an eager beast. Long and thick, his cock pointed right her way. She couldn’t feel like crap about herself when his cock was so deeply interested in being close to her. She took a deep breath because she loved the way he smelled. Spicy. Masculine. Clean. He smelled so damn good. But she wanted him to have what he needed and that was control. “I want to taste you, Sir.”

“I’m your Master, Ashley.” His words were a hard grind from his mouth. “Call me by my title. You could call any Dom Sir. You won’t touch another man for a damn long time.”

She couldn’t help but poke at him. “Some Doms share their subs.”

She felt his growl along her spine. “I don’t share shit. You’re mine. All f*cking mine. If you have a problem with that, you shouldn’t have signed that f*cking contract because I will hold you to it.”

“Good to know. So, how do you feel about me tasting you, Master?”

His hand sank into her hair, gripping her on just the right side of pain. “I feel like you better do it or I’ll slap that ass silly.”

She actually kind of liked having her ass slapped silly, but she had other plans for tonight.

She leaned forward, licking at his cock in little affectionate teases. Just a warm-up before the big show. She licked around the head of his cock, following the ridges and valleys, delving into the tiny slit that was already pulsing with cream. She loved that taste. His desire was salty and sweet and coated her tongue.

“You’re going to kill me.” He pulled on her hair, lighting up her scalp. “Take more. I need more.”

She sucked the head inside, running her tongue over the V on the back. She worked that very sensitive piece of his flesh, enjoying the deep groan she elicited from him. She whirled her tongue around, treating him like the sweetest bit of candy she’d ever sucked on, trying to make it last forever.

He sighed, a long, happy sound. “You feel so good. Suck harder. Take more.”

This was what she’d been missing. Before he never hesitated to tell her what he needed sexually, what made him happy. He’d been a shutdown bastard in real life, but he’d talked in the bedroom.

She began to work her way down his cock, licking and sucking in long passes.

“That’s what I want. I want you all over me.” His hand softened and he pumped his hips, forcing another inch in. “You’re such a smart girl. You know. You f*cking knew.”

She dragged her mouth back. “Knew what?”

Before he had a chance to chastise her, she sucked him hard again.

He groaned, thrusting deep. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. You knew I was addicted. If you got me here one night, I wasn’t going to be able to stay away. I want you to move in with me.”

Progress. Sweet progress. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Master. Maybe we should give it another couple of weeks.”

“Get up. I don’t want to come yet.” He reached down and helped her to stand. He kicked off his slacks and drew his shirt over his head, leaving himself beautifully naked, his every muscle tense with arousal.

She let him draw her close, their chests nestling together. He’d gotten so much more tender with her since he’d stopped keeping their relationship strictly to the club.

“Why won’t you come live with me? We’re together for the next year. I don’t want to sleep alone anymore.” He rubbed his cheek on her hair. She could feel his erection against her belly.

She wrapped her arms around him, hoping he understood her reluctance. “Keith, I have to think about Emily.”

“I’m not asking you to leave Emily.” He sounded so hollow, his voice going low. “She can come with you. I have a big house. You can pick her room. You can redecorate all you like. I want to be close to you.”