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  “Good morning,” he whispers against my ear, then nuzzles it with his nose.

  “Mornin’,” I reply softly.

  His hand drifts down to my breast, and his fingers thrum gently over my nipple, making it pucker under his soft touch.

  This is the most amazing way to wake up. Slow. Sexy.

  He drags his nose down my neck and kisses my shoulder again.

  “I’m going to spend the next hour or so exploring every inch of your delectable little body,” he warns me with a whisper, making me grin.

  This does not sound like a bad deal at all.

  “Is that a threat?” I whisper, teasing him.

  “If you like,” he agrees. “But here’s how it’s going to work.”

  His hand drifts down to my wrist, which he brings up to his lips. He kisses the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist and then loops the red ribbon I use for my hair around it. He scoots back so I can roll onto my back, and I’m wide awake now, watching him curiously as he repeats the motion on the other wrist, then makes a series of loops and knots to tie them together.

  He slips a finger under the satin to make sure that it’s snug but not cutting off my blood flow and then grins down at me with excitement shining in his gorgeous blue eyes.

  “We’re going to start easy today, little one.” He kisses my cheek, not a quick peck, but plants his lips on my skin and inhales deeply, as if he’s pulling my scent inside him, memorizing me.

  I have one hundred percent of his focus, and it’s completely intoxicating.

  “Your hands are to stay over your head.” He guides my arms up, so they are lying comfortably bent on either side of my head, my wrists joined. He drags the backs of his fingers down my arm and to my breast, barely touching just the tip of my nipple, but the electricity shoots down my belly and my panties are already soaked.

  “But I want to touch you,” I whisper.

  He pinches my nipple, hard, making me squirm.

  “I didn’t ask you.” He raises an eyebrow, reminding me that this is where I’m supposed to surrender to him, to let him do as he wishes.

  No means no.

  I offer him a half smile, and he kisses my lips sweetly. “That’s better.”

  His lips travel down my jawline, to my neck and finally down to my breasts, where he licks and laps at my tender nipple then pulls back and blows on it, watching it pucker in the cool air.

  “You’re so responsive,” he murmurs.

  I begin to squirm, but he pins me in his gaze and says sternly, “Keep still.”

  His bossiness makes me want to rebel and makes my skin hot with lust at the same time.

  He returns his attention to my breasts, teasing them into hard, pink tips and then nibbles his way down to my navel.

  “Another part of your rebellious years?” he asks, referring to my piercing.

  I have a simple pink barbell through the skin there.

  “No.”

  “No?” He sweeps his nose across the metal and then tugs it gently with his teeth. “Tell me.”

  “It was a reward,” I reply, breathless now. His fingers are still taunting my nipples, and that, coupled with the tugging on my piercing, has my pussy pulsing in need.

  I desperately want to open my legs, but he’s laid across my thighs, holding me still.

  On purpose, I’m sure.

  And he says he’s not a sadist!

  “Reward for what?”

  I don’t want to tell him this. It’s embarrassing. In an attempt to switch his focus, I pull my arms down and bury my hands in his soft dark blond hair.

  His head jerks up, his eyes narrow in malice, and in a move so fast it steels my breath, he raises up, pins my hands back over my head and covers my body with his, holding me beneath him, his face an inch from mine.

  “Reward for what?” he repeats quietly.

  “For dropping weight and having a flat stomach,” I whisper.

  He smiles widely and plants a deep kiss on my lips, nibbling and exploring my mouth thoroughly. He wiggles his hips between my own, settling his still-covered cock against my center, and rolls gently, just barely feeding my hunger to feel more of him.

  “See? That wasn’t hard,” he murmurs and brushes my hair off my forehead with his thumbs as his fingers caress my scalp. “When I ask you questions, I want you to answer me honestly. Every time.”

  His face is passive, sober, waiting for my answer.

  “Understood.”

  He rests his forehead against my own and takes another deep breath before kissing my nose, down my cheek to my ear. “I’m going to worship your body for a while, baby. It’s not going to hurt. I just want you to keep your hands where I put them. Got it?”

  I nod and sigh as he trails those magical lips of his back down my body to my piercing.

  “I love this,” he murmurs, then travels farther south.

  “I haven’t showered since yesterday morning,” I remind him as he peels my panties over my hips and down my legs, discarding them on the floor.

  “You’re fine.”

  I bite my lip as he settles between my legs, nudging me open with his wide shoulders. “Fuck, you’re beautifully wet for me already.”

  He glides a fingertip over the soft bare skin of my pubis, down the crease where my thigh meets my torso, then back up and over the other side, without actually touching the sensitive skin that’s screaming for him.

  “You have a freckle right here,” he murmurs and plants his fingertip just to the right of my lips.

  I gasp and have to consciously keep my hands over my head.

  “Good girl.” His voice is full of approval, and part of me glows brighter.

  I love hearing his voice like this, the feel of his hands touching me as he pleases, pleasing me in turn. I’d keep my hands over my head for a week to keep his voice just like this.

  His finger moves in, sliding in my wetness, from my slick entrance to my clit and back down again, slowly, leisurely.

  Jesus, the man has the patience of a saint.

  Finally, he leans in and plants a chaste kiss over my clit, then drags the tip of his tongue down into my folds, wraps his lips around them and sucks, hollowing his cheeks.

  My hips buck up, and it takes everything in me to keep my wrists planted on the mattress over my head. His hands grip my hips, hard, and I settle, letting him take me wherever he wants to go.

  Happily.

  Freely.

  He buries two fingers inside me and makes love to my clitoris with his mouth, sending me over into a mind-numbing climax. I plant my heels in his back and scream his name as I come against his mouth, my world shattering spectacularly around me.

  As I return to planet Earth, I’m surprised to find my hands still over my head. Matt has continued his journey down my legs, kissing and massaging my muscles as he goes.

  “Sometime soon I’ll tie your feet up as well.”

  My eyes find his smiling down at me. “Then you’ll be completely at my mercy.”

  “I think I am already,” I reply breathlessly.

  “Perhaps.” He shrugs. “I have so much more to show you.”

  He turns me onto my stomach, then checks to make sure my arms are at a comfortable angle above my head and I can breathe comfortably. “Okay?”

  “I’m good,” I reply.

  He kisses my cheek and then buries his face in my neck, tugging the flesh with his teeth.

  “Tell me if the ribbon starts to pull too tight, or if you can’t breathe freely,” he instructs, then begins another journey with his lips down my back. He kisses the tattoo on my shoulder, making me grin.

  I’m glad he likes it so much. I think it’s pretty, and I like to wear clothes that show it off.

  My entire body is one big tingle as his lips and fingers journey over my skin. I can feel his warmth against me, and every once in a while, his erection will press against me, making me swallow hard, remembering how it feels to have him buried so deep inside me.

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sp; “Tell me about this,” he whispers, kissing the ink over the left side of my ribs softly.

  “I got it when I opened the shop,” I tell him, loving the flutter of his lips over my skin.

  “Recite it to me,” he demands.

  I frown. He’s looking right at it. He can read it.

  “I want to hear it from your lips,” he clarifies.

  “You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.”

  “Why these words?” he asks.

  I bite my lip. Jesus, he’s stripping me bare, body and soul here, and I love it and am afraid of it all at the same time.

  Suddenly, he slaps my ass, and whispers in my ear, “What did I say about answering my questions?”

  “Opening Sweets took everything I had. Failure isn’t an option for me.”

  “Ah, baby,” he murmurs.

  I hear the crinkling of a wrapper and the dip of the bed as he sheds his briefs before his hands glide down my back to my ass, over my hips and thighs. “You are an amazing woman, Nicole.”

  “Ni—”I begin to correct him, but he interrupts me.

  “We’re going to have to work on your stubbornness in the bedroom, baby.” He chuckles and bites my shoulder, then returns me to my back, covering my body with his. His eyes are on fire as he gazes down at me, his elbows planted on either side of my head, under my arms, holding me even more immobile. “Your body is fucking gorgeous. Every inch.”

  His nose sweeps against my own as his pelvis rests on mine, his cock lying nestled in my slick pussy lips.

  “I want you,” I whisper against his lips.

  He sucks in a breath and lets it out in a shaky sigh, pulls his hips back and then slides slowly inside me until he’s completely buried.

  “So fucking tight,” he growls and begins to move.

  I raise my legs around his hips, opening myself up wider, allowing him to push inside even farther, and it’s pure fucking heaven.

  I’ve never felt anything like this, never had this kind of physical and emotional connection to a man in my life. I bite my lip as he begins to move faster, harder, an unseen force driving him on, as though he just can’t help it. He crushes my mouth under his own and devours me, fucking me and kissing me voraciously.

  Suddenly, he rears up, holding my knees out to the side, watching his cock move in and out of my wetness. He slides one hand down my inner thigh and plants his thumb against my clit, sending me into another plane of being.

  I cry out just as he sends me over the edge into another orgasm, even stronger than the one before.

  The head of his cock is dragging against my sweet spot, and his thumb continues to press against my clit, and it’s amazing.

  Crazy.

  Fucking unbelievable.

  “Look at me,” he demands.

  My eyes find his above me. He pumps into me twice, three times and then stills, groaning with his release.

  He’s panting and sweating, still inside me as he pushes his hands up my arms to my wrists and pulls them down. He methodically unties the ribbon—I won’t be wearing that one in the shop again—and gently massages my wrists, hands and shoulders, then pulls out of me and climbs off the bed to take care of the condom.

  When he returns, he doesn’t join me in bed. He simply holds his hand out to me with a smile, and when I take it, he pulls me out of the bed and into his arms for a long, soft kiss.

  “How was that?” he asks quietly.

  “It was…” I tilt my head to the side, thinking about the amazing experience we just shared. “Yeah, it was good.”

  He grins, relieved. “Good. For me, too.” He grabs my robe from the end of the bed and wraps it around me, bundling me up, then pulls on his boxer-briefs and grabs my hand in his, lacing our fingers.

  “Come on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

  “You cook?” I ask with a raised brow.

  “Quite well, actually.”

  “I like all of these hidden talents,” I reply with a smirk.

  “Oh, honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  ***

  “Tell me about your ink,” I request as Matt bustles about my kitchen.

  I’m seated at the breakfast bar, wrapped in the robe that Matt draped around me, holding a cup of steaming coffee, an empty glass of orange juice at my elbow, also thanks to my bossy cop. He refused my offer of help, instead insisting that I sit and keep him company.

  If this is what’s involved in being submissive, I should have signed on long ago.

  Although, maybe it’s just this guy who works this way.

  “This”—he points to the tattoo on his side, over his ribs—“is the Chinese symbol for truth.”

  I nod, admiring the black symbol, having an excuse to allow my eyes to roam over his perfect body. His arms are thick, the muscles clearly defined. When he lifts the pan to flip the pancakes, the muscles flex and bunch, and I can’t help but squirm in my chair.

  God, I want to touch him.

  I wonder if he’ll ever let me touch him when we have sex.

  He turns his back to me, and my jaw drops. Jesus Christ on a motor bike, his back is blessed with more muscle, and it tapers down to his hips, where of course he’s sporting two of the hottest damn dimples sitting right over his tight ass, currently covered in his low-riding shorts.

  I could most likely bounce quarters off that ass.

  It’s something to write home about, that’s for sure. Of course, my mom might not want to hear about my guy’s ass.

  Then again, maybe she would.

  He’s talking as he moves about, cracking eggs and checking on the bacon in the oven, but I have no idea what he’s saying.

  “Nic?”

  My gaze whips up to his.

  He’s smiling, watching me. “Where were you?”

  “Um.” My cheeks heat, and I dissolve into a bubble of giggles. “Sorry. I was checking out your ass.”

  He chuckles. “First time you’ve seen a man mostly naked?”

  “This is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at you.” I shrug. “It’s nice.”

  “Nice?” he asks and pulls the eggs away from the heat.

  “You don’t like nice?”

  “Hmm…no. Nice isn’t the word I’d like to hear you use to describe me.”

  “Well…” I tilt my head, like I’m pretending to come up with something, enjoying this banter. “I guess I could say sexy. Or crazy hot. Or even better yet, oh my God.”

  He walks around the breakfast bar and kisses me silly, his hands in my short hair, holding on tight as his lips nibble and explore mine. I plant my hands on his back and let them roam over his skin down to his ass, where I slip them under the waistband of his shorts and grip him firmly.

  “So you’re an ass girl.”

  “I am now,” I agree with a laugh.

  He laughs with me as he lets me go and finishes preparing breakfast, then loads only one plate of everything onto a tray and motions with his head for me to follow him.

  His eyes are warning me not to argue, so I quietly climb off my stool and follow him back into the bedroom, where he climbs onto my bed, sits against the headboard and pats the space next to him.

  “Join me.”

  I plant my knee on the edge, but before I can climb on, he adds, “Without the robe.”

  I bite my lip, watching his face, as I slowly pull the tie loose at my waist and let the satin fall open, push it off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving me naked.

  Matt sucks in a breath, his eyes wide as they rake up and down my body. “Jesus, Nic.”

  “Can I join you now?” I ask sarcastically.

  “We’re in the bedroom, so watch yourself, little one.”

  I grin and climb on the bed, sit next to him with my knees pulled up to my chest, and wait for him to decide what to do next. He takes a bite of bacon and then a sip of OJ, and then offers me a bite of pancakes.

  I blink in surprise and open my mouth, allow
ing him to feed me the pancakes, and then chew as he continues to also feed himself.

  “Bacon?” he asks.

  I nod, and he feeds me the bacon, patiently waiting while I chew. Finally, I start to laugh.

  “Something funny?”

  “This is incredibly funny,” I confirm. “You’re feeding me.”

  “I am,” he agrees and then smiles widely. “It won’t happen often, but I feel like spoiling you a bit. Humor me?”

  “You’re the boss.” I shrug and lean back, letting him feed us both. “How are Brynna and Caleb doing?”

  “They are almost a week into their honeymoon, so I would think they’re fucking like rabbits and having a great time.”

  “Oh! Brynna said she didn’t think they’d be able to get away.”

  Matt offers me some juice, and I gratefully accept.

  “It was a gift from the family.”

  “That’s awesome.” I lean over and kiss Matt’s bare shoulder, then remember myself and ask, “Am I allowed to do that?”

  “To kiss me?”

  “Yeah. You didn’t give me permission.”

  “We’re just sitting here, having breakfast and chatting, Nic. You can touch me whenever you want, unless I give you direction that says otherwise.”

  “Oh. I like that.”

  “Good.” He grins and offers me some scrambled eggs.

  “So, where did you all send them?” I ask and refuse the next bite, too full to eat any more.

  “Italy,” he replies casually and finishes the rest of the breakfast himself.

  “Italy,” I repeat with a snort. “Holy crap, that’s some honeymoon.”

  “I know.” He nods. “Dominic owns a home there.”

  “He seems nice.”

  Matt’s eyes narrow on my face.

  Is he jealous?

  “He’s a good guy. I haven’t known him long. Just a few months.”

  “But he’s your brother.”

  “Half brother,” he clarifies and sets the empty tray on the bedside table. “We didn’t know he existed until about five months ago.”

  “Wow.”

  “What do you have planned for today?” Matt asks, effectively changing the subject.

  “I could use a trip to the grocery store, but other than that, I don’t have solid plans.”

  He looks uncertain when he meets my gaze and says simply, “I’d like to spend today with you.”