There was silence for few moments, then she gasped. The sound quickly became a soft scream. He remembered earlier, in his office, when he’d had to put his hand over her mouth. Now, as then, she ended on a soft sigh with ragged breathing. Everything about her was desirable. “Very, very good.”
He heard odd noises, as if she was picking up the phone, taking it off speaker, maybe rolling over onto her back. He pictured her breasts heaving from the exertion. Tomorrow couldn’t arrive soon enough.
“I’ve never done anything quite like that,” she said.
“There’s much more to come. Sleep well, Lara.”
“Wait. That’s it?”
“What more do you want?”
“I don’t know. Something. That was incredible.”
The connection, he knew. That’s what she wanted. Him to be there, just for a bit. A form of aftercare he hadn’t really thought through. Earlier, he’d encouraged her to turn to him, and she had. Definitely a step he appreciated. “You couldn’t have been better. Are you ready for bed? Doors locked? Lights off?”
“I need to turn off the light in the kitchen.”
“Take me with you. But don’t put any clothes on. And don’t try to be sneaky. I can hear everything you’re doing. And I’ll know if you put it on mute.”
“Does anything get by you?”
“Not where you’re concerned.” He swirled his glass and heard the change in her breathing as she walked.
“Okay. The light’s off.”
“Now back to bed.” There was quiet and he took the final drink of his brandy. He wasn’t feeling tired at all. In fact, he was rather consumed by the idea of curling her against him tomorrow night.
“Okay, I’m there. In bed, I mean.”
“Sleep naked.”
“I usually wear a nightshirt.”
“Did I ask that?”
She made a sound he identified as part sigh, part exhalation of frustration. He was fine with that, as long as she did as she was told.
“Lara?”
“I got it. Naked. Even if I freeze.”
“Overnight low should be in the high sixties or maybe low seventies.” He put down his glass, stifling a laugh. “I think you’re safe.”
“Heartless.”
“You’ll find out just how much tomorrow.”
“Is that a promise or a threat, Sir?”
Her words were sultry and effective. “That’s a little brave, considering whose ass will be upturned over my spanking bench tomorrow.”
“Would an apology help?”
“Not at all.” He shook his head, even though she couldn’t see him.
“I was afraid of that.”
He confirmed her address and confirmed the fact he’d be picking her up around one o’clock before asking, “How are you doing?”
Maybe because of the night or because of the distance, her answer sounded as if she had been emboldened. “Restless. Wondering about tomorrow, a bit nervous about it, maybe a bit excited, as well. And I’m still a little aroused.”
“If another orgasm would help you sleep, go ahead. And about tomorrow? You’re right to be a bit nervous and a bit excited.”
* * * *
It’d been a hell of a night. Talking to Lara before bed last night, listening to her get off, had interfered with his rest.
As a result, he’d slept later than normal and he’d spent a good portion of his morning scheduling a telephone conference call with his family members to discuss her proposal.
Erin had been shocked into silence, maybe for the first time in her life. His grandfather had warned him to get a solid prenuptial. Cade had been noncommittal and Aunt Kathryn had cautioned him not to overextend his workload. Nathan had said he thought they would make a significant amount of money if they could secure the patents.
Connor phoned his mother separately. She’d never wanted to be involved in the business, but since he planned to take Lara to her home, he owed her the courtesy of a heads-up.
His mother had been the only one to urge caution, to be sure he wasn’t making decisions he couldn’t live with later.
Coming from her, the advice was solid. She spoke from the pain of feeling like an outsider in her own marriage. Even though she’d known how much his father had cared for Stormy, Angela had still married him. She’d been a model wife and wonderful mother. But he wondered if she thought the cost was worth it.
He’d still been focused more on the past than the future when he’d left the house to pick up Lara, and it had taken some determination to channel his thoughts in a more productive direction.
As he’d gotten closer, though, it had become easier.
The anticipation of having the lovely Lara under his lash had a way of changing his focus.
Since he knew what he had in store for her and how much energy she’d need to get through it, he stopped at a local coffee shop and bought her a cup of the strongest brew they had.
He still managed to arrive a few minutes early.
Connor exited the car and heard barks, growls, yips and even a high-pitched mewl. It sounded as if one of the neighbors was running an animal rescue.
Lara was already outside on the porch, upper arm propped against one of the white columns that supported the porch’s roof.
She wore an ankle-length navy dress. It had white horizontal stripes that wrapped around her. Rather than disguising her curves, the clingy material showed them off.
No matter what she wore, she appealed to him. She had a way of being both elegant and sexy at the same time. As much as anything, her classy demeanor turned him on. Well, her perfect ass didn’t hurt, either.
Her hair was soft and curling, a result of the Texas humidity, and it brushed her bare shoulders. She wore heels. Bright red heels. Sweet God, help him.
She lifted one hand in a wave.
The sounds of dogs grew increasingly louder.
“Watch out!” she warned, eyes wide. “Suzy-Q, no.”
He looked to his left in time to see a lion racing full speed in his direction. Not quite sure what to do in the event of a wild animal attacking in suburbia, he stopped, turned toward it and raised his arms, lifting the coffee to safety. He was a bit more afraid of spilling the drink than the charging four-legged ferocity.
Lara hurried down the stairs. “Suzy-Q, no,” she repeated more forcefully.
“Suzyyyyyyyyy!” a disembodied voice yelled.
The oversized animal skidded to halt.
“She’s harmless,” Lara promised, nearing him.
“What is it?” On second glance, it looked a bit like a yellow bear.
“Mastiff and Great Dane. Could be something else in her background, too.”
Now that he was closer, he saw that the creature resembled a dog, of sorts. It was considerably larger than anything he’d ever seen before, and he’d bet the beast weighed somewhere close to his own weight. Its hackles were raised, teeth were bared, and drool hung from its mouth. “I think it’s preparing to digest me.”
“I promise. She’s a love.”
Just then, it jumped. Its paws landed on his shoulders, shoving him back a step. The canine’s gigantic face loomed in front of him. “Nice doggie?”
“Suzy-Q!” Lara shouted.
A cacophony of barks and yips and animals broke loose, as if the hounds of hell had been unleashed.
Dogs in every yard added their noise, and three other animals dashed over to encourage the massive mutt on.
He fought to keep his balance and retain his grip on Lara’s drink.
She kicked off her heels to run the last few steps, and she reached for the dog. Obviously sensing her approach, the beast swiped its oversized tongue across his face, leaving a trail of drool.
Then, apparently unsatisfied, it licked his ear.
He closed his eyes against the enthusiastic assault. He’d had a dog as a child. Something smaller. Well, hell, anything was smaller than this thing. But he’d never experienced anything this surreal.
Lara grabbed the dog’s collar and admonished, “Down, girl.”
The thing didn’t budge.
He had to put his hand on the collar to help guide the dog back to the earth. It was a long trip, he mused.
“I think she likes you,” Lara said, not even attempting to hide a smile.
The dog tried to jump again. “That’s quite enough,” he said evenly. “Sit, Suzy-Q.”
Immediately, she did, tail thumping. “Good girl,” he approved, scratching behind one of her floppy ears.
“Oh my goodness! Goodness’ sakes! Goodness. Oh my goodness’ sakes.” The woman running toward them completed her dash.
Her arrival seemed to have happened in slow motion, but that couldn’t have been possible. Although, with her baby blue slippers flopping around, maybe it was.
“Oh, Suzy-Q! Thank you! Thank you for protecting the neighborhood like that.” She crossed her hands in front of her chest, as if in prayer. “I’m so glad to know we’re safe from intruders. What a good doggie.”
He looked at her. She was thanking the dog?
Lara tried to hide her snicker.
“I’ll deal with you later,” he warned.
“Yes, Sir.” But her eyes danced, and she pressed her lips together, presumably to keep the laughter from spilling out.
The neighbor scolded the other dogs, telling them to settle down. A couple across the street came out to see what was going on, another man had halted his lawn mowing while he watched.
Finally, another dog joined the fracas, part limping, part running, all wagging. It wasn’t just his missing leg that slowed him down, it was his detour through the flower garden.
“Here comes Happy,” Lara said.
He, too, jumped up and smeared a muddy paw on Connor’s slacks. “Not a word,” he told Lara. But even he had to be impressed by the yellow pansy that Happy dropped on his shoe.
The short, wobbly thing set its tail in motion again. Its entire body followed. “How does it not fall over?”
“Mystery of nature,” Lara agreed. “Welcome to my home. I’d like you to meet Mrs. Fuhrman.”
The lady with the so-blue-it-was-almost-purple hair was still not apologetic. In fact, she narrowed her eyes at him. “Who are you?”
“He’s my friend.”
“Fiancé,” he corrected.
Lara flushed and the other woman’s mouth fell open.
She looked at them over her horn-rimmed, rhinestone-studded glasses. “Your what?”
“Connor Donovan,” he said, extending his hand.
She ignored it.
“From Donovan Worldwide,” Lara supplied.
“The moving company?”
Lara shook her head.
“I’m the guy who’s hoping to marry Lara.”
“It’s a secret for now,” Lara stressed.
“Well, the dog thinks you’re all right. She’s usually a good judge. But I’m reserving comment.”
“Fair enough,” he agreed. “We’ll let Suzy-Q make the decision.”
At the sound of her name, Suzy-Q tipped her head to one side, looked up at him and whimpered. “Stay,” he told her.
She broke their grips on her collar to lie on the floor at his feet. After extending her dessert-plate sized paws, she dropped her head on top of them with a soft whimper.
“Don’t get used to it,” Lara whispered.
“Obedience is heady,” he responded.
“What did you say?” Mrs. Fuhrman asked, putting her hand to her ear.
“Everyone likes a well-behaved dog,” he lied.
Lara smothered a laugh.
“They do, indeed.”
“Can I help you get them all back home?” Lara offered.
None of the five had leashes, he noted.
“They’re fine,” Mrs. Fuhrman said.
“Everything okay?” the man with the lawnmower shouted out.
“Lara’s talking to the moving company,” Mrs. Fuhrman replied.
“You putting the house for sale?” he asked.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she replied.
Connor felt as if he’d stepped onto a movie set. And, he had to admit, Lara made a hell of a leading lady. He couldn’t remember when he’d been more charmed.
“Come along,” Mrs. Fuhrman said to her pack as she started to walk away. Three followed immediately. Happy wagged its whole body a few times before trailing behind.
Suzy-Q remained in place.
“Go home,” he said, pointing toward the house next door.
Instead, she inched closer to him. How she managed that with her massive bulk, he had no idea.
“Suzyyyyyyyyy!”
“Go,” he repeated.
Lara crouched to stroke the dog behind the ears. With obvious reluctance, Suzy-Q stood and started to walk home. She stopped midway to look back.
“Go.”
Finally, she started to gallop toward Mrs. Fuhrman, who was standing on the stoop with her hands on her hips.
“She’s quite the animal,” he said, brushing hair, dirt and flowers from his clothes.
“She is. They’re all rescues. Mrs. Fuhrman has a big heart.”
He heard the woman usher the dogs back inside. On the other side of the house, the lawn mowing resumed.
“About that coffee that you’ve been so carefully protecting…”
“No one said it’s coffee.”
“It is,” she insisted. “You’re a smart man. You wouldn’t bring a cup with that logo and not have the elixir of life in it. And it’s mine. Right? Tell me it’s mine.”
How could he not want to wrap up the moon and give it to her? He offered her the cup. “I think it’s only half full at this point.”
“I don’t care how full it is.” She accepted it and took a long drink. “You could spoil me. Three days in a row with great coffee?”
“Sorry I don’t have a biscotti in my pocket.”
“Suzy-Q would have ferreted it out. And, I apologize for the wild welcome. That didn’t go quite the way I’d thought it would.”
“It was memorable, and I’ll be thinking of ways you can top it.”
Her mouth parted.
“Show me,” he said.
Her eyes darkened, almost imperceptibly.
“Inside. Now.”
Their gazes locked. Yeah, she understood, recognized what was happening here, if not on a conscious level, then on an instinctive feminine one.
She finally looked away and turned toward the house. He picked up her shoes for her. They had those little cutouts at the front that would show off her painted toenails. Until today, he couldn’t have said that he’d ever noticed anything other than a spiked heel, but these took sexy to another dimension.
Inside, the house was cool, and he took the time to turn the front door lock to keep out neighbors and four-legged friends.
He dropped her shoes in the entryway alongside a pair of running shoes then followed her into the kitchen. “Mind if I wash up here?”
“That’s fine. I have a lint roller to clean your slacks and jacket.” She put her cup on the counter. “Be right back.”
By the time he was finished washing and drying his hands and face, she’d returned, holding out the promised roller. He thought about accepting then changed his mind. “Why don’t you do it? An act of your submission.”
She hesitated for a second. He saw a hidden doubt in her eyes but then she seemed to come to terms with it. She’d have a dozen objections, he knew. But they were just that, objections, nothing real.
Finally, she nodded.
“Start with the jacket.” Now he was glad he’d worn a lightweight blazer, despite the weather. No telling the damage Suzy-Q would have done to a shirt.
Lara, with her entirely unique scent that reminded him of the promise of summer nights, moved toward him.
She looked up at him for a second. He liked the differences in their sizes. It made him feel even more protective over her.
Wit
hout a word, she lifted a lapel and rolled the sticky tape over it. She took her time moving to the next.
He enjoyed how deliberate she was. She continued to move over the rest of the material, ensuring every dog hair was gone.
“Pants, too?” she asked, her tone a bit hesitant.
“Yes.”
She peeled off the used sheet, wadded it then dropped it to the floor.
With the same kind of dedication as earlier, she began just below his belt. She took more time than necessary around his crotch area. And if she kept it up, he might be taking her here rather than waiting until they were back at his place. Or, hell, maybe both.
Lara bent to roll the tape over his thighs, front, inside, then reaching through to the back. In less than a minute, his slacks looked as if they’d just come from the dry cleaners.
“Put down the roller then go get that throw rug,” he instructed, pointing to the place in front of the stove.
Without question, she did.
“Kneel on it.”
She complied with that stunning grace that so captivated him. Fuck. She belonged there, and by his side, in his life.
“Earlier,” he said, “I mentioned that you could greet me properly. Stay where you are,” he added when she moved as if to stand. “Hand me the roller.” He took it and placed it on the counter. “Many times subs will be on their knees to greet their Dom.”
“Is that what you expect?”
He heard the note of doubt in her question. “Not always. But it’s certainly a preference. It’s hard to deny that it reinforces our roles, though. True?”
“I’m not sure I like it.”
“I do.” And damn, he did. “You have no idea how stunning you look to me. How much I desire you. Do you like that? And be ruthlessly honest with yourself.”
She was thoughtful for a moment. “That it turns you on appeals to me, yes.”
“That’s part of the beauty about submission. You may not enjoy certain things, at least not when you first think about them. But would knowing that you please me also fulfill you?”
“Yes. On some level. But…”
“Let me relate it to you in a different way.”
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