The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(57)
I nodded. "I do. We won't do it a lot, because it's like a fine caviar, to be enjoyed only occasionally."
"I didn’t think that I could come," she said, her voice sounding surprised. "I didn't think I could come the first time we tried. I thought it would take a lot of practice."
"It can be very powerful for a woman, if done properly. For me, while the tightness adds to my pleasure, it's really the trust factor—the submission factor—that gives me pleasure. You trusted me enough to do it, despite your fear. You almost asked me to stop, but I pushed a bit and you gave in, letting me have my way. This was something you were reluctant to do. Doing it anyway to please me, aside from the pleasure we both got from it—that's what I enjoyed the most. It meant you submitted completely."
I kissed her, pulling her against me tightly. This was the last barrier I had to break down. She’d submitted despite being afraid. She hadn’t used her safe word, and that trust and willingness to let me have my way with her filled me with so much pleasure.
When I pulled back, I held her face between my hands, my gaze moving over her face.
"Now you're mine – every part of you. Completely."
End of Part Two
DRAKE UNWOUND 3
S. E. LUND
Copyright 2015 by S. E. LUND
First Edition
DEDICATION
Dedicated to Suzanne, my first editor and the first writer to consider my writing seriously and offer an honest constructive critique. Without your critical eye and supportive words, I would never have seen both the potential in my work and where it needed improvement. You gave me the courage to continue writing despite difficulties in the early years. You will be missed.
R. I. P.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to my family and friends who supported me during the long hours when I would lock myself into my office with my computer jammed in my face, writing. Without your tolerance, my books would never have been written or finished, but my house would have been a lot cleaner! Thanks as well to my editor Michelle Saunders who makes my books better! Any remaining errors are mine alone.
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CHAPTER ONE
As any nurse will tell you, physicians make the worst patients. Surgeons are probably the worst because we’re used to taking action when faced with illness, opening up a body to find the source of disease and usually cutting out an offending tissue or organ.
With a virus like influenza, there was nothing to do but suffer until it ran its course.
Whether it was the stress of the whole business with Liam or the effects of my donation on my immune system, I woke up the next morning at the Chelsea apartment with a cold and sore throat.
“I think I've come down with the flu," I said, pulling the covers around me even more tightly.
Kate felt my forehead, her brow furrowed. "You're hot. You have a fever. I'll get you some Tylenol." She left the bed and while she was gone, I drifted in and out of sleep. I woke once more when she returned to the bedroom with a glass of water and pills.
"I have to go to a fundraiser tonight for my dad," she said, watching while I swallowed the pills. "Both he and Elaine are sick, too, and can't go. He was going to present a check and so he wants me to go on his behalf. Do you mind? It'll only be for an hour."
"No," I said, and grimaced because my throat was sore. I shook my head, feeling so bad that all I really cared about was the meds kicking in. "By all means, go. I feel like total crap. I'll watch those funny home videos or something."
"Nigel will be there so I won't be totally alone,” Kate said, looking somewhat skeptical about the evening. “My dad said I could stay for the wine and cheese portion of the night, and skip the dinner."
"Stay with Nigel for the dinner if you want." I didn’t want to deprive Kate of an evening with Nigel. Hopefully, we’d be leaving for Africa in a month or so and she’d miss him. "But if you're bored, skip it by all means. Don't come back just because of me."
"I don't want to stay without you there," she said and stroked my forehead tenderly. "I want to come home and make dinner for you and then lie here and watch some old movie."
I smiled, warmed by her thoughtfulness. "Sounds like a date to me."
Kate left me alone and took a cab to the studio. In her absence, I slept, altering between shivering with fever and a deep sleep brought on when my fever was reduced from the aspirin.
She returned from the studio later in the afternoon and made sure I was well-supplied with tissues and hot tea with honey, then changed into something suitable for her event. She looked spectacular, as usual and wore pretty dress with a modest neckline but which hugged her curves and made me regret I wasn’t well enough take her. As I lay on the sofa, I watched her put on her boots and coat in the entry. I hated being sick, and cursed my luck. After the previous night when Kate submitted totally to me, allowing me to have my way with her even though she was afraid, I had planned on taking her out to celebrate.