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Then I do something I haven’t done before. I close my teeth over the nipple, tight enough to cause a sharp bite of pain.

She gasps, and her * clamps down on me, nearly triggering my orgasm. But I’ve learned how to delay my gratification, sometimes for hours, so I’m able to power through it. “Talk to me, Nat. Tell me how you feel. If you talk to me, I can keep doing this.” I drag my tongue over the nipple that is now darker red than it was before. “Rather than watching you to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. Do that again… What you did before…”

I switch to the other side and begin with soft strokes of my tongue, adding a bit of suction after a minute or two. “This?”

“More.”

“Tell me. I want your words.”

“Bite it. Like you did before. Please…”

“You kill me when you’re polite, Nat.”

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t do it.”

I clamp down on her nipple, harder this time than the last.

She screams as she comes.

I drive into her one more time, taking my own pleasure in the midst of hers. Releasing her hands, I cup her breasts, running my tongue gently over the tips, soothing and caressing as she goes soft under me, her body yielding to me.

“Flynn…”

“Hmm?” I’m very busy enjoying her gorgeous breasts.

“I want to do what you dreamed about.”

Her words stop me short. I raise my head to meet her gaze. “How much of it?”

“All of it. I want everything that you want. More than anything, I want to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of having in a wife and lover.”

I’m stunned and humbled to have somehow won the love of this amazing woman. “Christ, Nat, you already are.”

“Not quite yet, but I will be. Will you teach me how to be everything you want and need?”

I’m so overwhelmed by gratitude, I can barely speak. “Yes, sweetheart, I’ll teach you.”





Chapter 4





“So what happens now?” I ask much later as we consume our favorite dinner from the nearby Italian takeout place—chicken piccata and Caesar salad. Flynn opens a bottle of chardonnay and pours a glass for each of us. We slept for hours after our life-altering conversation earlier, and woke starving—for food and each other.

It’s dark now, and the wind is howling outside. The delivery guy told Flynn there’s more than eight inches of snow already on the ground and more coming overnight.

“Now,” Flynn says after taking a drink from his glass of wine, “we hammer out a contract.”

“Like a real contract?”

“Yep. Hold that thought.” He gets up and crosses the room to his office.

I watch him go, enjoying the view of him wearing only formfitting boxer briefs and nothing else. He’s magnificent and all mine. Though I’m still reeling from everything that happened earlier, I’m no longer agonizing over what will become of us. We’re in this together, and that’s all that matters.

Flynn returns, a packet of papers in hand. “The contract between you and me is not legal, but it’s a binding agreement for our relationship that outlines our hard and soft limits—in other words, things you absolutely won’t do as well as things that make you nervous but you’d be willing to try. It’s all negotiated in advance so there can be no misunderstandings during a scene.”

“Could I ask a question?”

“Always.”

This one requires some liquid courage, so I take a big sip of wine. “Will this… arrangement… involve other people?”

“No.”

“Just no? No discussion? Haven’t you done that before?”

“Yes,” he says tightly. “I’ve done it, but there’s no f*cking way I’m sharing you with anyone. The thought of another man touching you… That’s a hard limit for me.”

“Okay…” I’m moved by his fiercely protective reaction, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in pushing his buttons a little. “What about another woman?”

His eyes widen, and he starts to say something that dies on his lips. “Sorry, I’m just a little startled that you asked that.”

I begin to laugh and can’t seem to stop. “After everything you said to me today, that shocks you?”

“Coming from you, yes.”

“I’m sorry. Have I shattered your illusions about your sweet, innocent wife?”

“I’m discovering my sweet, innocent wife may not be as innocent as I thought she was.”

“Oh, she is, trust me, but I’ve done my research.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh-huh. I’m wondering why all the secrecy surrounding this lifestyle. Why does it matter if people know?”

“Most people keep kinky preferences secret because society, as a whole, doesn’t understand them. Too many equate kinky with perverted, and it’s not perverted if two consenting adults are doing things that were agreed to in advance. The need for secrecy in my case and that of my partners is because that kind of judgment would hurt our careers.”

“That’s kind of sad when you think about it.”

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