by Marla Monroe

Charlotte’s Master
Charlotte is looking for something in her life, but she nearly misses it in Baxter when she pushes him away. He’s too intense for her peace of mind. When he looks at her she’s sure he sees all the way inside of her and that scares her. She has fantasies no one should ever know about.
Baxter thinks Charlotte is too sweet and innocent for the likes of him. He’s a Dom by nature and thinks little Charlie wasn’t his type. When danger pushes them together, Baxter realizes there’s a strong woman hiding inside of her. One who just might be the perfect one for him.
They each push each other’s buttons while discovering what they can be together. Charlotte realizes that though she’s not a true submissive, she doesn’t mind Baxter’s brand of dominance. It doesn’t take long before he is Charlotte’s master.
Genres: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 55,524
CHARLOTTE’S MASTER
Marla Monroe

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Charlotte’s Master
Copyright © 2018 by Marla Monroe
ISBN: 978-1-64243-420-0
First Publication: September 2018
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Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for over thirteen years. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011, and she now has over 85 books available with them. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading. She writes everything from sizzling-hot cowboys, emotionally charged BDSM, and dangerously addictive shifters, to science fiction ménages with the occasional badass biker thrown in for good measure.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHARLOTTE’S MASTER
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
CHARLOTTE’S MASTER
MARLA MONROE
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
“So how was your first ride after being grounded for the last six weeks?” Nina asked Baxter.
“Great. Felt good to be back on the bike. I was beginning to feel like a beached whale,” he said.
“It’s good to see you smile. You’ve been like a sulking, depressed teenager for the last two weeks. If the doctor hadn’t given you the go-ahead today, I was going to kick his ass for you,” Nina said.
“Think you’ll be ready for a short weekend rally in September?” Jack asked.
“Hell, yeah. I’ll be ready next weekend,” Baxter told him.
“So, the bullet wound isn’t giving you any trouble?” Nina asked.
“Naw, just stiff all over from not having done anything for six weeks,” he replied.
Baxter had been undercover in The Devils, a biker gang running drugs and guns across state lines. When Jack and Nina had been dragged into the gang against their will during the summer, Baxter, or Freak as he’d been known, helped bring the gang down. He was shot and nearly died in the process. Ever since then, he’d been staying with Jack and Nina and helping out some at Jack’s store and shop, Need for Speed.
“Oh, Lieutenant Daves called again while you were out. He really wants to talk to you. Why don’t you call him back and see what he wants, so he’ll quit calling?” Nina asked.
“I’m not going back. He’ll read me some sob story, and I’ll get pulled in again.”
“We won’t let you, Baxter, but it might be about something entirely different. Call him.” Jack snatched Baxter’s phone off his side and handed it to him.
“Asshole.”
Nina giggled and walked back in the house. He shook his head at Jack and dialed the number of his old boss. He had retired after the gang was brought down and had no intentions of returning to the danger of working undercover.
The phone rang twice, and Lieutenant Daves answered.
“Hello, Baxter. That you for real?”
“What the hell do you want? You’re bothering Nina. I don’t like people to bother her.”
“Well, answer your own fucking phone sometime,” Daves said sarcastically.
“I would think it would be obvious that I don’t want to talk to you.” Baxter leaned against the garage wall.
“I want to talk to you about possibly doing some…”
“No.” Baxter started to hang up on the other man.
“Wait. It’s not what you think. I need help with designing scenarios for teaching the kids they’re sending me these days.”
“What sort of scenarios?” Baxter asked.
“Undercover scenarios that they could run into, and how to handle them without blowing their cover. Things like that,” Daves told him.
“Why me?”
“Baxter, you were the best agent I had. It was time for you to retire, I get that, but man, you still have so much to give. I’m going to lose half these guys if I don’t get some help teaching them what they need to know.”
“I’m not going back to the department, and I can’t move back to ei
ther New Mexico or California. I’ve gotten sort of attached to living here. I bought a house,” Baxter said.
“You don’t have to. You can write the scenes, and we can exchange information using the computer. Maybe you could drive to Dallas a couple times a month and work with the unit there some with their kids.”
Baxter was silent for a few seconds, thinking about it. It wouldn’t hurt to keep in touch with the old unit and what was going on with the gangs. He still had some men out there who wanted him dead. That was why he couldn’t go back to the west coast.
“Let me think about it for a few days. I’ll call you Monday some time,” Baxter told him.
“Sounds good to me.”
Baxter hung up and snapped the phone back to his belt. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair and sighed. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about doing it. He’d sworn he wouldn’t work in law enforcement anymore.
“Hey, Baxter,” Charlotte Franks called out from her Jeep as she pulled in the drive.
“Hey, Charlie.” He knew it annoyed her to call her that.
She wrinkled her nose at him and jumped out of the Jeep.
“What are you doing out here all alone? Talking to your bike again?” she asked.
Charlotte was a black-haired beauty of about five feet seven inches. Her honey-gold eyes flashed fire at him more times than not. He enjoyed teasing her just to see those sparks light up her face. Her long black hair flowed loose today when she normally had it pulled back in a ponytail. He eyed her up and down appreciatively from her large firm breasts to her rounded ass. On more than one occasion, he’d jerked off thinking about that delectable ass of hers.
“Just got back from a ride with Jack. Felt good to be back on the bike again.”
“Cool. You’ll have to take me for a ride. I don’t dare ask Jack. Nina would have my head.” She rolled her eyes and laughed.
“I doubt that,” Baxter told her.
“They busy, or can I go on in?” she asked.
“Jack and I just got back. Since they haven’t seen each other for about two hours, I don’t know what to tell you there,” he chuckled.
Jack and Nina couldn’t seem to stay away from each other when they were at home together. Nina had moved in about six weeks earlier, and ever since then, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They’d gotten married the tenth of July, but it hadn’t slowed them down any.
She rolled her eyes. “Those two really need to get over it. They have at least the next twenty or thirty years to mess around.”
“Life is full of uncertainties. I think they know that and aren’t willing to take a chance,” Baxter said.
Charlotte’s eyes grew dark, and she quickly turned away.
“I’ll chance it. I can always shut my eyes.”
“Or you could watch,” Baxter whispered close to her ear.
She jumped and nearly lost her footing on the steps to the front door. Baxter grabbed her around the waist to keep her from falling.
“Easy there, Charlie. Don’t want you to break something.”
“You can let go now,” she said with a forced smile.
He squeezed her waist, then let go of her and backed away. She kept going up the steps and disappeared inside the house. Baxter wondered for not the first time how she would respond to his hand. His fantasies about her leaned toward the darker side of sex. He was an experienced Dom and hadn’t had a sub in over five years now. Most women weren’t comfortable around him because of his height and his scars. Charlotte didn’t seem fazed by his scars or his height. She was an enigma of a woman.
Maybe he should take Jack’s advice and ask her out. Right. Like that was going to happen anytime soon.
* * * *
“Really, Charlotte. You should ask him out. He’s interested in you. I can tell,” Nina suggested.
“Just because you’ve found Jack doesn’t mean I have to have anyone right now. I’m taking a break from dating. Men are such jerks,” she complained.
“You just haven’t found the right man yet. Don’t give up. You never know when Mr. Right will come along.”
Charlotte figured she’d had her chance at Mr. Right, and now they were divorced. He’d asked her for some things she didn’t feel comfortable doing. Now when she did, he wasn’t available anymore. It had nearly killed her to see him get married again. One thing she could say about him, he had awakened a desire inside of her she couldn’t seem to find an answer, too.
“So, Baxter got to ride his bike again. He looked pleased about it.” Charlotte changed the subject.
“Pleased? Right. He was like a ten-year-old boy about to get his first BB gun,” Nina said with a laugh.
“I can imagine. It is how he’s gotten around for most of his life, so he’s bound to be a little excited about it.”
“Hey!” Nina suddenly said.
“What?”
“You could come with us.”
“Go where with you and when?” Charlotte was lost as usual with Nina’s subject change.
“We’re going on a weekend ride the end of September. You could go with us. I’m sure Baxter wouldn’t mind if you rode with him.”
“Oh, no. Isn’t that how you two got in trouble in the first place?”
Charlotte was referring to when Jack had taken Nina on a weekend ride and attracted the attention of his old biker gang’s leader again. They’d later kidnapped Nina, and Jack had to go back in the gang to get her back. It was how they’d met Baxter, and how he’d ended up shot and staying with Jack and Nina.
“The Devils are gone now. We’ve been on two rides since then and had a ball. You have to come with us!” Nina pleaded.
“Nope. Sorry. Not going to do it.” Her cell phone rang, and she looked at the number and grimaced. She ignored it and let voice mail pick it up.
“Is that Neal? Is he still bothering you?” Nina asked.
“Yeah, he’s an annoying fly in my soup,” Charlotte said.
“Maybe you should get a restraining order against him,” Nina suggested.
“A restraining order?” Jack asked, walking into the kitchen. “Against who and why?”
“This guy has been harassing Charlotte for the last three weeks. He won’t quit calling her and has even shown up at work trying to get her to go to lunch with him,” Nina told him.
“Do you tell him no?” Baxter asked as he walked in behind Jack.
“Let’s all get involved, why don’t we?” she fussed.
“So, have you?”
“Of course, I told him no, and I keep telling him no.” Charlotte leaned back against the kitchen wall.
“Maybe Jack and I should pay him a visit,” Baxter said in all seriousness.
“No! I don’t need anyone causing a scene. He’ll get tired of it soon enough. I’ve had problems with guys before. Some men just don’t take rejection well.”
“Right, and some of those turn out to be stalkers and serial killers,” Nina told her.
“Really, Nina. Your imagination has really expanded in the last few months,” Charlotte teased.
“Well, I never imagined I’d end up a biker bitch in a gang either.”
“Look, I’ve got to go. I promised my neighbor I’d help her put up pear preserves this afternoon,” Charlotte said. “I’ll check with you later, Nina.”
They hugged, and Charlotte waved at Jack. When she turned to tell Baxter bye, he wasn’t there. She just shrugged and walked through the kitchen to the garage door. The moment she stepped outside, she knew he was there.
“Baxter. I’m on my way home. Glad you’re back on your bike again.”
“You need to take this guy seriously, Charlotte. If he’s bothering you, he could get nasty.”
He called her Charlotte, so she knew he was being serious. She sighed and kept walking toward her Jeep.
“I’m not stupid. I’m careful, and if he really does or says anything remotely threatening, I’ll be the first to line up at the judge’s chambers for
that restraining order.”
“Have you had self-defense training?” Baxter asked, following her to the Jeep.
“Yes, Nina and I’ve both been to several classes at the police station.”
“Maybe you need to have a refresher course. I’ll be glad to go through it all again with you…and Nina of course,” he offered.
“Thanks, I’ll talk to Nina. Maybe she’ll want to do that. I really need to go now,” she said.
Baxter was standing next to the door of the Jeep so that she couldn’t open it without him moving. He put an arm on either side of the door and leaned into her. She wasn’t sure what he was doing until his lips met hers. He gently brushed them against hers like butterfly wings glancing off a flower. Then he leaned closer and nipped at her lower lip until she opened her mouth, and he slid inside.
He moved his tongue alongside hers to explore her mouth. He delved beneath her tongue and then nipped at it, trying to coax it out. Charlotte moaned into his mouth as he tickled the roof of her mouth and then sucked in her lower lip to tease with his tongue. When he began thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, she realized she was holding on to him as if he were her lifeline. She gasped and pulled back from his kiss.
“What was that for?” Charlotte asked, bewildered.
“I thought you would fight me, and I could show you that you needed a refresher course, but I’ll be damned if you didn’t kiss me back,” he said.
“You caught me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“So, your normal behavior is to kiss anyone who kisses you first?” Baxter asked.
“No! I mean that you surprised me. I…I didn’t think you would kiss me. I mean…”
“I’m attracted to you, Charlie. Why wouldn’t I kiss you?”
“You’re attracted to me?” She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with Baxter.
The man was a silent giant who rarely spoke, at least around her. He called her Charlie to annoy her and studiously ignored her early attempts at being friends with him. What had gotten into him?