The Playboy's Proposition by Deena Ward

Author:Deena Ward [Ward, Deena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Power to Please
Amazon: B00BZWLARY
Published: 2013-03-21T22:00:00+00:00

He kissed me awake and I grumbled that I didn’t want to.

He chuckled low into my ear and said, “It’s okay. It’s time to wake up. I’ll drive you home, in your car, then take a cab back here.”

I mumbled, “What time is it?”

He told me it was about seven a.m., plenty of time for me to make it home and call in sick to work. Then I could go back to bed for more sleep.

Call in sick? What an excellent idea.

True to his word, he got me dressed, in the car then into my apartment by eight o’clock. I called in to work. I had dozed in the car all the way over, and was still drowsy and groggy, plus my voice was rough from my night of sobbing and screaming, so it wasn’t difficult to sell illness to my boss.

I stood there in my living room, not knowing what to do next. I hadn’t gotten much sleep, and I felt the loss of every minute. Restorative sleep. I desperately needed it. My aching bones, and swollen, scratchy eyes required it. But I couldn’t seem to summon up the drive to actually get to the bedroom.

Michael shook his head at me, then chivvied me into my bedroom, stripped me naked and tucked me into bed.

He sat beside me and looked at me for a while, studying my face, and lips and the outline of my body under the blanket. He slipped a hand under the covers and closed his fingers over my breast.

I blinked up at him. And waited.

He thumbed across my nipple, swollen and tender from everything he had already done to it.

It hurt. I waited.

He said, “There’s something about the way you submit to me, Nonnie. It’s driving me wild.”

He trailed his fingers down between my legs. I automatically spread my legs for him and inhaled sharply when he stroked across my abraded flesh.

His pale blue eyes gazed down at me. A muscle twitched in his jaw, a jaw stubbled with a five o’clock shadow. It looked good on him.

He said, “You’re tired.”

“Yes.”

“And sore.”

“Oh yes.”

“I want that pain from you.”

I said, “I know.”

“It’s morning now. You can tell me no.”

“No I can’t ... not today.”

My permission granted, his eyes gleamed. His fingers glided ever lower down my slit, then farther still to push against my swollen asshole.

I asked, “Will you let me orgasm?”

“No ... not today.”

Two long hours later, he called the cab to take him home.

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