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objections rushed out in a flash flood of emotion.
One minute went by, then two.
Anne, we need to talk about this, but not this way. You’re scared, and you didn’t understand what you were reading. We need to discuss this in person.
No, I can’t. When I’m with you, I can’t think straight. You cloud my perspective. You use my body against me.
You think too much, Anne. You want to stay in your safe little world, away from the big, bad man who does bad things.
I’ve already decided.
This isn’t a decision you get to make by yourself.
Anne waited. There were no further texts.
What did he mean by that last statement?
Who cares anyway? I don’t. Who cares if he makes me come alive, makes my blood sing, makes me feel instead of think. I don’t care at all. Good riddance.
Then why did her heart feel this aching sense of loss?
* * * *
“Fuck!”
Evan threw the phone across the room. It hit the opposite wall and fell to the floor.
He paced his bedroom like a lion in a cage, its tail whipping back and forth. What in the fuck does she think she’s doing?
He needed to calm down and think.
Do what you’ve told her not to do; after all, you are the one supposed to be in control, right?
Evan sat down in the oversized chair next to the fireplace and poured a couple fingers of scotch from the crystal bottle on the end table. He picked up the broken heel from Anne’s shoe he kept there. He rubbed it as he brooded over what must be done.
Maybe I should let her go. So what if she wants to call it off?
He hadn’t asked for her to intrude in his life. She had shown up on his doorstep like a lost kitten, although not one afraid to show her claws. She would not let him shut the door in her face.
Who would have thought that bedraggled stray would look at him with pure lust in her eyes? He could have taken her right then and there, just as she was, soaking wet and covered with mud. “And I bet she would have let me.”
Did I just say that out loud? Oh, fuck, now she has me talking to myself. What’s next? Jerking off to her memory? Yeah, right.
He had been in the middle of a sexual dry spell when Anne came knocking at the door. That didn’t come close to explaining the intensity of his attraction.
And Anne? He had never seen anyone go from zero to one hundred as Anne had that first night. He knew damn well she had taken as much pleasure as he had.
If Anne was ballsy enough to be baited with the scarves, she was capable of getting over her fright. Last night, although she had been a bit hesitant at first, she had ended up an enthusiastic participant.
The thought of her hot wet mouth on his cock had that autonomous appendage twitching. It stiffened as he recalled the fiery jolts hurtling through it and slamming into the back of her mouth. Each spurt of that ejaculation had boomeranged to every pleasure sensor in his brain.
She had disappeared from his bed in the dead of night and had driven the couple of hours back to Denver. That was not the act of a timid girl. A deep reservoir of strength resided inside this woman. She had the fortitude to not only cope with his needs, but to delight in the experience.
He drained his scotch and set the glass down.
He would not allow Anne to run away.
The time had come to show that delectable school teacher that she belonged to him.
Past time to show Anne who was the Dominant and who was the submissive.
Time to teach the feisty educator some of his lessons.
Chapter 9
The knock at the door came while Anne was in the kitchen, her hands in soapy water, tidying up after a late evening meal.
“I’ll get it.” Macy hurried to answer the door.
Anne had finished drying her hands and was headed for the living room when the deep masculine voice stopped her cold.
“Does Anne Rutledge live here?”
Evan. Anne took a deep breath. The lion had come to confront the mouse in her home.
Anne took an unobtrusive step forward. Evan stood in the doorway. Evan being roused in
One minute went by, then two.
Anne, we need to talk about this, but not this way. You’re scared, and you didn’t understand what you were reading. We need to discuss this in person.
No, I can’t. When I’m with you, I can’t think straight. You cloud my perspective. You use my body against me.
You think too much, Anne. You want to stay in your safe little world, away from the big, bad man who does bad things.
I’ve already decided.
This isn’t a decision you get to make by yourself.
Anne waited. There were no further texts.
What did he mean by that last statement?
Who cares anyway? I don’t. Who cares if he makes me come alive, makes my blood sing, makes me feel instead of think. I don’t care at all. Good riddance.
Then why did her heart feel this aching sense of loss?
* * * *
“Fuck!”
Evan threw the phone across the room. It hit the opposite wall and fell to the floor.
He paced his bedroom like a lion in a cage, its tail whipping back and forth. What in the fuck does she think she’s doing?
He needed to calm down and think.
Do what you’ve told her not to do; after all, you are the one supposed to be in control, right?
Evan sat down in the oversized chair next to the fireplace and poured a couple fingers of scotch from the crystal bottle on the end table. He picked up the broken heel from Anne’s shoe he kept there. He rubbed it as he brooded over what must be done.
Maybe I should let her go. So what if she wants to call it off?
He hadn’t asked for her to intrude in his life. She had shown up on his doorstep like a lost kitten, although not one afraid to show her claws. She would not let him shut the door in her face.
Who would have thought that bedraggled stray would look at him with pure lust in her eyes? He could have taken her right then and there, just as she was, soaking wet and covered with mud. “And I bet she would have let me.”
Did I just say that out loud? Oh, fuck, now she has me talking to myself. What’s next? Jerking off to her memory? Yeah, right.
He had been in the middle of a sexual dry spell when Anne came knocking at the door. That didn’t come close to explaining the intensity of his attraction.
And Anne? He had never seen anyone go from zero to one hundred as Anne had that first night. He knew damn well she had taken as much pleasure as he had.
If Anne was ballsy enough to be baited with the scarves, she was capable of getting over her fright. Last night, although she had been a bit hesitant at first, she had ended up an enthusiastic participant.
The thought of her hot wet mouth on his cock had that autonomous appendage twitching. It stiffened as he recalled the fiery jolts hurtling through it and slamming into the back of her mouth. Each spurt of that ejaculation had boomeranged to every pleasure sensor in his brain.
She had disappeared from his bed in the dead of night and had driven the couple of hours back to Denver. That was not the act of a timid girl. A deep reservoir of strength resided inside this woman. She had the fortitude to not only cope with his needs, but to delight in the experience.
He drained his scotch and set the glass down.
He would not allow Anne to run away.
The time had come to show that delectable school teacher that she belonged to him.
Past time to show Anne who was the Dominant and who was the submissive.
Time to teach the feisty educator some of his lessons.
Chapter 9
The knock at the door came while Anne was in the kitchen, her hands in soapy water, tidying up after a late evening meal.
“I’ll get it.” Macy hurried to answer the door.
Anne had finished drying her hands and was headed for the living room when the deep masculine voice stopped her cold.
“Does Anne Rutledge live here?”
Evan. Anne took a deep breath. The lion had come to confront the mouse in her home.
Anne took an unobtrusive step forward. Evan stood in the doorway. Evan being roused in
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