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by Zara Chase


  “Then what is the problem?”

  “You are.”

  “Me?” He blinked. “You don’t love me?”

  “Oh, I love you to distraction. I’m just having trouble accepting that the sentiment really is returned.”

  He sighed. “Then I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.” A wicked smile flirted with his beautiful lips. “You know what they say. Actions speak louder than words.”

  She slapped his hands away from her tits. “Not yet.”

  “Now what did I do?”

  “You’re selling yourself short. You’re a brilliant journalist, and shouldn’t have to give it up because of one silly mistake. Not that it was a mistake. If you want my opinion, your paper took the coward’s way out. Pay off the guy you hit by all means, but the world should have heard more about that poor little girl and your feelings when you found her. Any decent guy reading it would be hitting that neighbor right along with you, or would at least understand what drove you to do so in the heat of the moment.”

  “Thanks, honey.” He stole a kiss while she was busy working herself up into a state of righteous indignation on his behalf. “But you’re biased.”

  “Bloody well right I am.”

  He chuckled. “I just love your British cuss words.”

  “Glad you approve.”

  He fixed her with an intent gaze. “You’re saying you want me to go back to work? Real work. Is that a condition of your staying with me?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, it just so happens that’s what I’ve been doing the past few months. My editor back in Denver didn’t really want to let me go. He implied if I sent something freelance he’d look at it, and recently I’ve been feeling the need to exercise my journalistic genes.”

  “You have?” Still perched over him, she leaned in to taste his lips. “That’s great.”

  “I’ve started doing a European diary. Most Americans don’t know much about the European Union.”

  Tanya grimaced. “Lucky them.”

  “I’m doing amusing bits about all these separate nations with different languages, politics, tax systems, and traditions trying to turn themselves into the United States of Europe and self-destructing in the process.”

  “There’s enough material there to keep you going for years. How’s it being received?”

  “Quite well,” he said modestly.

  “I can help you out with that. You should do a piece on the British National Health system. Know much about it?”

  “No, but health care is a hot topic in America right now.”

  “Health care is free to everyone in England. You can call an ambulance without having to worry about the cost, and the emergency rooms do a great job. The downside is that anyone in the EU can come to England for free treatment so the waiting lists are very long and British taxpayers get pissed off, seeing the resources they’ve paid for through their taxes being doled out to those who haven’t contributed.”

  “I can imagine.”

  “Then, of course, the managers get involved, trying to hide the lengths of the lists by manipulating the figures to meet politicians’ targets. The people at the sharp end are dedicated professionals, but they have a tough time doing their jobs because they’re swamped.”

  “Well, that sounds interesting, but if I do that article, you’d need to be here so I can pick your brains.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Shannon.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t play fair when there’s something I want as badly as I want you in my life.”

  “Then it looks as though you’re stuck with me.”

  “Not good enough.”

  “But I thought—”

  “Can’t have you staying just because I’m bringing in the bacon again. Is there something you have to tell me, Tanya?”

  She tilted her head and sent him a teasing smile. “Can’t think of a single thing.”

  He tickled her ribs until she was crying with laughter.

  “Okay, okay, I love you to distraction and want to be wherever you are, if you’ll have me.” She pressed her breasts against the solid wall of his chest. “There, will that do?”

  “Only if you repeat what you just said twenty times a day. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words slipping past your sweet lips.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Ward tipped Tanya off his lap and onto her feet. She stood docilely as he stripped her naked and rid himself of his own clothes. He then lifted her onto the bed, rolled her onto her back, and kissed her witless. Tanya discovered that it was possible to grin like an idiot and be kissed at the same time. To stop smiling would have been beyond her at a time when all her most dearly held dreams appeared to have come true. Miracles did happen, it seemed, but there was one more thing she wanted very badly, and she was in no mood to settle for half measures.

  “About tonight,” she said when he finally stopped plastering her face with hot kisses. “I want to go into the dungeon and try the suspension thing.”

  “No.”

  “No? But I thought—”

  “That was before. Now that we’ve come to an agreement, I don’t want the others looking at you.” He hugged her possessively. “You’re mine.”

  “But I’m proud of my body and I want them to know it.”

  Ward threw back his head and laughed. “We seem to have reversed positions.”

  “Don’t you think BDSM drew us together? You obviously noticed something in me that indicated I’d take to it, even though I didn’t know it myself.” She ran her fingers through his hair and sent him a smoldering smile. “I have lost time to make up for, and there’s so much more you can teach me.”

  “I need to make love to you without an audience, then we’ll see.”

  “Yes, Master. The decision is yours.”

  Just so long as he made the right decision. If he didn’t, she’d just have to use her powers of persuasion. Tanya couldn’t believe the change that had come over her since Brad’s unexpected arrival. She lamented the loss of her friendship with Melanie and really hoped she got the help she needed. At the same time she felt an incredible sense of freedom, as though her entire life had been working up to this point. She was what she was, bulges notwithstanding, and no longer cared who knew it. It was a liberating mind-set.

  Ward’s large body half covered hers, its warmth searing into her. His hands went to work, tweaking her nipples while his lips conducted a thorough survey of her tits, molding, caressing, teasing her into a frenzy. There were no clamps or restraints this time, just Ward satisfying a need to claim every inch of her without artificial aids. Tanya kept her arms at her sides and lay passively beneath him, allowing him to do what he did best, which was igniting fires inside her with every skilled touch or nip he applied to her body.

  Her stomach went weightless, and the deep tug between her legs caused her hips to elevate from the bed when his lips worked their way down her gut. Helpless against the raging force of her need for him, she cried out when his tongue teased her throbbing clit and her blood pressure spiked.

  “Are you always going to be such a tease?” she demanded breathlessly.

  “You’re such an easy person to tease,” he replied, his voice muffled because his head was buried between her legs. “You taste sweet as candy, too.”

  “I need to be fucked, Master.”

  “No, darlin’, you need to be loved and that’s what I’m doing.”

  Tanya twisted beneath his mouth. “I’ll come if you keep doing that. I’m not good at denying myself.”

  She thought that would earn her a spanking. Instead he stopped sucking her pussy and positioned himself above her, missionary-style, nudging her legs wider apart with his knee. He slid his engorged cock into her entrance and rammed himself all the way home with one massive upward thrust. They sighed in unison as Tanya instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a monkey. He grabbed a couple of pillows and threw
them beneath her ass.

  “Need to get deeper. Need a better angle. Need to love you until you beg for mercy.”

  “The deeper the better,” she replied on a heavy breath, moving with him. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Then I guess we’re gonna have to do this on a regular basis until you get sick of me.”

  “That will never happen. Trust me.”

  His thick heat filled her to capacity, pushing her into sensory-overload territory. His skin was dewy with sweat as he drove into her, harder and faster with each thrust. She could see his forearms trembling and felt his hot breath against her damp skin as moans fired his lust. They were both so close and she desperately wanted them to come together on this first occasion since declaring their love for one another. If it didn’t happen it would be her fault. Her body was coursing with readiness, the beginnings of an orgasm swirling in her midsection, and she didn’t know how to stop it from igniting before he was ready to join her.

  “Ward, I can’t—”

  “It’s okay, babe. Let’s do this together.”

  She shouldn’t have been surprised that his thoughts so closely mirrored her own. His lips covered hers as he picked up the pace, shuddered, and shot his load at the exact same moment as her entire world fragmented.

  Ward rolled onto his back, still holding Tanya in his arms. They were both gasping for breath, and Tanya was in total shock at the depth and extent of the climax she’d just enjoyed. Ward had done some pretty amazing things to her these past couple of days, but this had been in a class of its own. A Master Class, she thought, giggling as the aftershock continued to rock her body.

  “You okay?” he asked, leaning up on one elbow to examine her face.

  “Never better, Sir,” she replied with a sultry smile. “Where did you learn to do that?”

  He laughed. “You inspired me.”

  “It’s the best vanilla sex I’ve ever had.”

  “Happy to be of service, ma’am.”

  They dozed in one another’s arms for a few minutes. Then Ward carried her to the shower and they spent a long time under the hot jets, washing one another, kissing, losing the sponge in inappropriate places, laughing, falling deeper and deeper in love.

  “You still wanna go downstairs?” Ward asked as he dried her off in a large fluffy towel.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Okay, let’s get this harness on you.”

  It was a red affair, with a thong that barely covered her pussy and straps that went around her middle and skirted the outsides of her tits, pushing them together and making them look even bigger. Tanya took to it with enthusiasm.

  “It makes me feel sexy as hell,” she said, glancing in the mirror.

  “I’m not done yet.”

  Ward returned with nipple clamps attached with a chain.

  “That ought to do it,” he said, affixing them.

  He rummaged in a cupboard, produced a multithronged Japanese flogger, and lashed it against his palm.

  “Can’t wait to apply this to that cute butt,” he said.

  Tanya licked her lips. “I deserve any punishment you deem appropriate, Master.”

  “Damned straight you do.” He then produced her collar and attached it around her neck. The leash was already on it. “You sure are a sight for sore eyes.”

  “I feel wonderful.”

  “That’s good.” He sent her an admiring glance. “That’s part of the allure of BDSM. Letting your inner self come out to play without fear of censure because you’ll always be amongst like-minded people.”

  “Yes, I’m beginning to understand that.”

  “Come on, slip this blanket around your shoulders until we get down there.”

  “Why? You’re naked.”

  “Yes, but we might meet some of the guys.”

  She laughed. “It’s only your housemates and they’ll see me once I get down there. What’s the difference?”

  He shook his head. “You sure have changed.”

  “You’ve changed me, Master. You’ve turned me into what I was always supposed to be and I love you for that.”

  He quirked a brow. “Only for that?”

  “Well…perhaps you have one or two other endearing qualities. Give me a moment and I’m sure I’ll be able to figure out what they are.”

  He laughed and slapped her butt. Ward then took hold of the leash and led her out.

  “Ready?” he asked when they reached the door to the dungeon.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Okay, darlin’, down on your hands and knees. Let’s make an entrance.”

  Tanya’s view of the dungeon was limited from her position on the floor. She could hear all sorts of activities going on—lots of whips cracking and cries of pleasure or pain—but had no idea who was in there. Nor did she much care. Her entire focus was on Ward and his intentions. He stopped walking and she stopped crawling. The next thing she knew, the flogger came down on her ass with considerable force. She sucked in a breath, absorbed the pain, and sighed as it became pleasurable, spreading through her entire body as though fuelled by her own passion.

  “I love you,” Ward breathed so only she could hear, standing above her with a massive erection and the flogger raised, ready for use.

  “I love you, too, Master,” she replied, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. “More than I can possibly tell you.”

  She glanced up as the flogger came down again, her entire body trembling, her tits swinging wildly beneath her. She caught sight of Ross on the trapeze again, smiling down at her. Leo was on the walkway, watching them intently. He waved when he caught her gaze. But it was Ward’s beautiful eyes, full of passion and fiery intensity, that filled her vision as he abandoned the flogger and attached her to the suspension bars.

  Life, Tanya thought dreamily, her heart bursting with love, can’t possibly get better than this.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping and fraud—to name just a few of life’s more common crimes—make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.

  Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and is on a one-woman mission to keep the wine industry ahead of the recession.

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