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“
Make sure he doesn't get up,” William told
the security guard. “You already called the cops, yeah?”
The skinny man nodded. At least he was good for
something.
William pushed past the chattering spectators, all men
in suits, and went straight for me. Fortunately, the peanut gallery
was distracted by Georgie's people coming over, which started a whole
series of new, angry arguments.
I shook my head at the
petty, stupid scene. In an instant, William was at my side, clasping
my hand
and leading me away
to his private room.
The door slammed shut. The room was nice, fitted with
snacks and cold water, everything a fighter might need to decompress
after the match.
“
I was a fool,” he said softly, leading me
to the sleek leather sofa. I sat next to him.
“
Don't talk crazy. Nobody could've seen him
coming.” I paused, thinking about my words. “Well, I did,
and we're both lucky I was paying attention.”
“
Stop, little Rose.” He reached out,
tenderly cupping my chin with his thick palm. “I wasn't talking
about the scuffle with that sore loser. I'm talking about you and I.”
I flushed. My adrenal glands started to buzz, releasing
a little excitement into me again, unexpected after I thought the two
fights drained everything.
“
You saved me twice out there tonight. I don't
know what the hell I was thinking. I've been fighting in the ring all
alone for so long...I thought it was a lone passion. But it's not.
It's just one important piece of my world, and it fits just right
with the bigger part, the one that matters more.”
Is he really talking about me?
I grinned, shaken as a Freshman being asked to her first
big dance. It was hard to breathe, and much harder to speak.
Not that any words I could think of would've been
sufficient. Not so long ago, he silenced me with lust, dashing away
the time for words.
My turn.
I ran one hand across his bare shoulder, tracing his
dark tattoos. The lines wrapped around him, flames concealing all his
energies. Or, at least, they held his power until someone reached out
and captured his sparks.
William leaned in at the same time I did, meeting me in
the space between. We kissed, magnetic and hot, warming lonely lips
and eager tongues.
We kissed long and hard. I opened for him, savoring his
taste, letting him probe deep. I wanted him to scrawl a contract in
my soft mouth, a hard pressed bargain that he'd never, ever let go.
We kissed long and hard. I moaned into his mouth,
wondering if he was in any condition for more than pressing lips.
The knock at the door startled us both. I flinched,
looked up, and furrowed my brow.
“
Sir! The police are here, and they'd like to get
your statement on record.” The voice at the other end paused.
“Mr. Gaulle?”
“
Yeah!” William yelled, not hiding his
annoyance. “Give me a minute. I'll be out as soon as I can.”
I laughed softly. “Well, I guess we'd better get
this done. It's not like we can't pick it up later.”
I sat up, ready to stand, but William's hand shot out.
He tugged at my wrist, pulling me back down to my seat. Fire glowed
beneath the shimmering sea in his eyes.
“
You never gave me your formal answer, Rosie. Have
you decided?” He stared at me, his face as serious as his
deadly tone.
“
What do you think?” I giggled, but the
deeper part inside me just wanted to cry. “I can't imagine life
without you, sir. My heart, my bed, my womb...everything is open for
you. I'm not so good at sharing, but I'd rather let you go into the
ring than lose you. I need you, William.”
I collapsed against his chest. His skin warmed in a full
body smile, a blush of happiness, and he ran his muscular hand
through my hair.
“
I thought as much. I just had to hear it, little
Rose. You won't be sharing anything from now on, even when I'm deep
in the fight.” He paused, lowering his hands to my shoulders,
pulling me closer. “And neither will I.”
I devoured more of his kisses. My flesh throbbed,
burned, sang for him, and the evening's second miracle unfurled. I
felt the very same heat burning on his skin, blazing through the
sweat and exhaustion, a human candle lit with mutual love.
We kissed until another fist pounded at the door. “Sir?
Sir!”
“
Okay!” William yelled, popping up and
extending his hand for me. “We're coming.”
I took his hand, graceful as a Lady joining her Lord for
some elegant social. Well, if Lords and Ladies went around in jeans
and sweaters, or half-naked.
Laughing, we went to the door, ready to slam the book on
Little Georgie and get on with our lives.
VI: Some Love...
I couldn't remember the last time I felt cold. Had it
really been three months since we'd packed up and left the Twin
Cities?
The spring sun in Reno reflected on the mountains, high
and bright and hot. But the breeze was cool. I looked into the clear
blue distance and smiled.
William would be coming back in the sleek black limo any
second. The fight last night had gone well. He'd knocked out a
California fighter named Crazy Bones.
Today was just clean up with the local media. I
should've been out trying on wedding dresses. The clock was ticking
insanely fast, just a few weeks before the big event – just in
time to put on a proper dress before I started to show.
My smile got bigger. My hand wandered to my lower belly,
softly caressing the new life growing there, only through its first
trimester.
William was with me all the time since he'd gotten me
pregnant. This baby was going to change our lives, fatten me up, and
probably chip away at my youthful good looks.
But I wouldn't trade it for anything. Especially while I
still looked good in lingerie.
I pulled my ivory robe tight and paced the balcony.
Another chilly breeze blew kisses at my skin.
I sighed. Taking a day off was all too easy when you
could lounge around all day in one of the finest luxury suites the
Biggest Little City in the World had to offer.
The cool marble kissed my feet. I crossed onto the
shadowy side, next to the seats, like a fairytale maiden waiting for
her love.
Ha, fairy tales. They have happy endings, don't they?
And I was a couple minutes closer to mine when the long
black car pulled up. I peered beneath the Venetian roofs expectantly,
holding my breath, hoping it wasn't just some other wealthy
functionary staying in our hotel with an identical car.
Nope. I would've recognized that powerful body and those
labyrinthine bright eyes anywhere.
It was strange seeing him in a suit. Good thing William
looked good in anything. Though if I could've had my way, I would've
kept him in nothing at all, giving me all the time in the world to
explore his slabs of muscle and tattoo flourishes forever.
My heart fluttered. I pulled open the glass door and
stepped inside.
I untied the robe and let it fall from my shoulders,
tossing it onto the empty bed. I was decked out in hose, lace, and
sweet perfume – the only proper way to greet a returning
champion.
The handcrafted clock ticked loudly. Or maybe its beats
were just accented by the loud strum of my heart as I laid on the
bed, waiting for my hero, staring at the flecks of light in the
golden ring he'd slid onto my finger.
I waited the three and a half agonizing minutes it took
for him to wind through the hotel's spacious halls and ascend the
elevator to our twentieth floor overlooking the city. Yes, I'd
counted since we'd first settled in for the week.
I heard the heavy thud of his footsteps before the
little card he slid in the lock beeped. I stared up at the mirror on
the ceiling, smiling like the happy, lucky fool I was, my breasts
softly rising and falling through their lace cups.
“
Rosie?” He called, stepping through the
main door. “Where are you, baby?”
“
I'm in here, William. And all ready for you,
sir.” I tossed my head, throwing my hair, and had my legs
spread by the time he entered the bedroom.
I lost myself in my eyes. William threw off his jacket
and popped the first two buttons on his shirt before he climbed onto
the bed, crawling toward me with a hungry leopard's determination.
My fighter, my lover, my prince came to me. He moved on
top of me, using his lips to tease, and then hardening his kisses
with a master's strict, possessive edge.
I
thought back to those silly fairy tales again as my body ached and
puckered, readying itself for him.
Make believe Princesses had their happy endings. And so
did I. Except mine was about to get a whole lot happier, now and
forever, burning a little brighter in every kiss, stroke, and sultry
stamp he laid on my flesh.
“
Take me,” I whispered, running my long legs
across his. “I'm yours.”
“
Yes, you are, little Rose. Don't ever forget it.”
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SUBMISSIVE'S FOLLY
(SEDUCED AND RAVAGED)
SEXY SAMPLES:
COWBOY'S STRICT COMMANDS
“
Do you like
them, Ashley? Everything on this wall means a lot to me. Every cord,
every whip, every blindfold you see offers a different type of pain
or pleasure. They're my best tools, ready for action. Always at
my
command.”
I forced myself to take a step forward. Sucking in a
deep breath, I disciplined my fear, burying it beneath the goosebump
inducing lust churning in my center.
Sorry, cowboy. I'm not much for grandstanding or
guesses. I know you want a sign, a signal, and I'm going to give you
one.
His eyebrows quirked up as I came within several inches
and stopped. Slowly, I dropped my coat, then kicked off my shoes and
socks.
My hands reached for the cold metal clasp to my jeans. I
popped it and tore down the zipper, arcing my hips back and forth as
I shook the denim away like a husk.
My panties clung tight, a small pink shield stained with
sopping wet heat.
I didn't hide it. Not this time. I wanted to see what he
did to me, offering myself to him the way a woman in heat should. I
didn't know much about being a submissive, but it had to begin with
sacrifice.
“
I'm yours,” I whispered, turning and
pushing my backside into him.
I pumped my hips backward, grinding against his crotch,
thickening the granite bulge between his legs. Gabe exhaled in a low
growl, and then murmured a barely audible “fuck.”
In the blink of an eye, his hands were on me. He grabbed
me by the shoulders, flattening my body against him, before running
those yummy, curious fingers down to the edge of my sweater.
He began to lift it, rolling the woolly fabric up over
my head. He discarded it the way a starving man shucks a tamale and
throws away the husk.
His lips fell on my bare shoulder, and I moaned. One
hand slid up, cupping my breast through my bra. When he squeezed, I
thought I'd melt, pooling in a puddle like honey at his feet.
“
Virgin skin,” he whispered.
When he broke the kiss and I could finally breathe
again, I looked up. “What? I'm no virgin.”
“
Tonight you are. In this bedroom, beneath my
hands and whatever else I might want to use on your flesh, you're
mine to break in. Mine to use, tease, and own.”
I shuddered. Right then, I knew that this whole
submission thing was something a girl could get used to dangerously
fast...