Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) by Tymber Dalton

Author:Tymber Dalton [Dalton, Tymber]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Published: 2014-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Sunday morning, Gabe stared at the ceiling after waking up. The light and shadows looked…wrong.

Feeling around blindly, she found her work cell phone and held it up so she could see the screen.

Holy crap! The time read 10:17.

She rubbed at her eyes. This was the latest she’d slept in in years. And she didn’t even have a headache. In fact, she felt pretty damn spiffy.

The night came back to her. Class, dinner. Going back to the club.

How she’d longed to be some of the women, and a few of the men, bottoming to their partners.

Not the heavy impact play. She’d had enough of that crap to last her a lifetime.

But the trust, the sensation of turning herself over completely to someone.

To him.

She wanted that.

Badly.

How it had felt being tucked under his arm, against his side as they watched various scenes going on throughout the night.

How everyone had seemed to welcome her at dinner despite her standing Bill up at class the week before.

Leah hadn’t lied to her to spare her feelings.

It had surprised her to find out over dinner that Sully was a former cop, although in retrospect it shouldn’t have. He had that watchful way about him, like she imagined she had, the way Bill had.

Most importantly, how it felt when he said “good girl” to her. And how he reacted when she called him Sir.

Tonight, he would drive up and cook for her. She knew from talks they’d had the night before that sex wouldn’t be on the table, although they needed to talk about it. She appreciated that he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to hop into bed with her, that he could control himself and not try to manipulate or pressure her into doing anything.

She also realized that, for once in her life, it was a good thing, because if he’d wanted to fuck her after the first time he said “good girl” to her, she would have gladly let him.

It’s my kryptonite.

She rolled over to find a text from Bill on her personal cell phone.

Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?

Normally, she might bristle at the term of endearment.

From him, it sounded…

Just right.

Good morning. I’m good. Just woke up.

Before she could set the phone back on the table, it buzzed in her hand, a response from him.

:)

She liked the way her pulse sped up.

In fact, for the first time that she could remember in her life, she was eagerly anticipating something. Someone.

I could get used to this.

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