Page 76 of Relinquish

I run my hand over his chest and rock into his thickening cock. “You don’t have to relinquish control everywhere.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Babe, don’t worry about that. I’m willing to share control with you in our relationship. Hell, you’re the one in charge there. But in the bedroom, I’ll stay in command.”

A shudder darts through me. “I didn’t think I wanted a man to tell me what to do, but when you do it, it turns me on.”

“Sounds like we’re on the same page.” He tips my chin up. “It’s time we go inside, and I show you how much I love you.”

“Yes, please.” The heat in his eyes leaves me breathless.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Cade

Sam runs over to the sofa, curls up with his head on the armrest, and stares at us. Dude, whatever. If you want to watch–watch. I’ve never had pets, so this is uncharted territory here, but she’s not going to get rid of the damn thing so we can have sex without an audience.

I twist the lock on the door with a snap. “When are you going to move in with me?”

“I’m moving in with you?” She tugs on the base of my T-shirt and yanks it out of my jeans.

“Yes, you’re moving in with me. This place is horrible. I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus on you without worrying about some meth-head breaking in on us and stealing your wiring.”

“That would be bad.” She grabs my belt buckle.

I place my hands on hers. “When?”

“What if I don’t like your place?”

I arch an eyebrow. “You’ll like my place. I’m in it.”

“You’ve got a good point.” She pauses. “If you’re serious, I would love to live with you.” A grin curves up to her cheeks. “It’ll drive my dad nuts.”

“Good. He deserves a little punishment.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Do I?”

“Absolutely.” I smack her bottom. “This weekend, you’re moving in.” I drop my hand to my side.

“Yes, Sir.” She finishes unlacing the belt buckle, and I shake my head. She’s not going to always be this complacent. I can see times in our future when she refuses to listen and does her own thing. Somehow, I’ve got to find a way to be good with that. I’m not going to do anything to lose her.

When her hand brushes over my cock, I hiss. I want every barrier between us gone. “Undo my pants.”

Her fingers make fast work of my command. Once the zipper is open, she grasps my dick and fists it up and down. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?”

“Both. On your knees and suck me deep into your throat.”

Her eyes glisten with desire as she lowers to her knees before me. She licks her lips and bites her plump bottom lip. “Tell me how you like it, Sir.” Her tongue flicks over the seam at the tip of my cock, and my entire body jerks.

The woman at my feet holds all the control in this relationship. She’s perfect, beautiful, skilled, and my kind of submissive. I don’t want a weak woman who bows to my every command. I need a woman who knows she owns me and loves to play the game.

All these years, I was looking for the wrong thing, and every woman I met pales in comparison to her. She engulfs my cock, dragging me farther into the rabbit hole. I fist her hair, and she moans over my flesh. The sensation rocks me to the core. “Just like that, baby.”

She wraps her hand around my girth and repeatedly works over my shaft as her mouth bobs up and down over my throbbing member. My balls ache with tension as I fight, coming too soon. The sound of her sucking and licking my flesh makes my thighs tighten, and my breath comes out in ragged pants. I grasp fistfuls of her hair. “Stop.”

She pulls back, and spit slides down her chin as she stares up in total adoration, swirled with lust. This is what I want. Pure passion. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir.” She grabs my hips and dips her nails into my skin. Fuck. Just when I think I can’t get any harder.

Her mouth encircles me, and I lunge my hips forward, pressing deep into her throat. She gags, and moisture fills her eyes. Not so deep. I pull back, and she angles her head back to give me better access. “Babe, if I hurt you or go too far, pinch me or say your safe word.”

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