Sense and Submission by January Rowe

Author:January Rowe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, contemporary, bdsm
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Chapter Eleven

Jill was alone with Cade in the big house for the first time since Wren had come to live with them. The little girl had gone to her very first sleepover. Ever since the playdate with Shania, Wren had become a regular social butterfly, making friends all over the place. She was spending the night with the Ranson triplets, two girls and a boy. They were sweet kids, very athletic.

Wren seemed happy with her new life. She never talked about her mother. It was as if Kim didn’t exist at all. But Jill thought about Kim all the time. Where was she? What was she doing? Did she miss her daughter?

The house was quiet. Too quiet. No scampering feet, no incessant questions, no screams of delight. Kind of lonely. The only noise was the sound of Cade’s power tools.

Jill was fixing Masoor Dal on the old stove. Cade loved Masoor Dal, and he enjoyed it super spicy. Way too spicy for Wren. He deserved a nice dinner. He’d been working tirelessly, building dungeon furniture and repairing the house. He’d made some odd changes in recent days. It was as if he was trying to drag them into the twenty-first century in a matter of weeks.

They now had a computer and the internet. Why? Weren’t those computer games even worse than TV? And just yesterday, he brought home a pair of fancy cell phones to replace their clunky prepaid. Why would a man who disdained most modern conveniences buy all that electronic gear?

Everything he did lately seemed driven, almost frantic. Including sex. Frenzied and animalistic in the quiet part of the night. All heat. All penis. Not that she was complaining. Sex with him was an adventure.

She stirred the stew, thinking she might take advantage of the sleepover to do some corset sewing after dinner.

Now for the tadka. She heated the peanut oil in a saucepan, and then threw in a handful of spices, quickly sautéing them. Scraping the sizzling spice mixture into the stew, she called for Cade when there was a break in the machine hums and grinds.

Moments later, Cade strode into the kitchen, a sprinkling of sawdust on his chest and shoulders.

Were those new worry lines on his forehead?

Stretching an arm around her shoulders, he gave the stew a hearty sniff. “Mmmm. Lentil soup. Love it.”

They sat down to eat. He gulped down the stew, making appreciative noises. “You’re a great cook, Jillie.”

Contentment washed over her.

After he finished his third serving, she expected him to jump up and run off to his workshop like he usually did. Instead, he reached across the kitchen table, clasping both of her hands in his.

His work-roughened touch evoked raw desire. Although they had frequent sex, they hadn’t played. And now that they were alone…

Anticipation gripped her. He was always building some amazing pieces of furniture and she adored giving them a test run. Especially the bondage stuff. Or would he add to her tattoo? Their anniversary had come and gone, and he hadn’t enlarged her tree.

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