Page 47 of Faith

“And still you didn’t tell me. Was last night your first night at Rough ‘n Ready?”

“Yes, actually. I wanted to see Micah’s club.”

He thought back to the way she was dressed and knew she was lying. “No. You were dressed to play, but I saw a drink in your hand, so you didn’t.”

She shrugged. He wanted more than that. He wanted to know exactly why she didn’t go out of her way to find a Dom for the evening. He was starting to suspect she’d done it a lot, all without him knowing.

“So, which was it?”

“Both. Once I got there, no one really interested me, so I picked up a drink.”

That was the truth from what he could tell, but there was something she was holding back.

“What are we going to do about this?”

She held her cup against her lips and studied him. “What?”

That was the way she was going to play it? The woman really was a piece of work. Jensen had to hand it to her. She was always so controlled, and now he knew she was a sub, she was too wonderful to resist. He hated subs who gave over too easily, and from the way this conversation was going, Nicola definitely wouldn’t be easy at all.

“This heat between us.”

Something flared deep in her eyes, but it was gone before he could figure out what it was. “I think you are mistaken.”

Every word was enunciated with precision. It was a direct challenge, and the Dom in him couldn’t—wouldn’t—let it go.

Instead of responding, he rose from his chair and walked around the desk. He took her coffee out of her hands and set it down behind him. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the chair. Her eyes widened as he slammed his mouth down on hers. She resisted for a second or two…then she moaned.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she opened her mouth to him. Jensen dove in, taking complete possession. She tasted of the coffee she had just drunk—and surrender. He lifted his hands to her face as he slanted his mouth over hers. The moment he felt her tongue slide against his, his entire body lit up. She slid her hands up his back as he took a step closer. Her entire body was pressed up against his. He shuddered as need took over. He wanted her, now, on his desk. It had been years since he’d felt like this. The overwhelming need to conquer, to have her at his mercy.

He forced himself to pull back. Her eyelids rose revealing eyes blurry with passion. He couldn’t find fault with her. His heart was beating out of control and his cock was standing at attention.

“Tell me now that there isn’t anything between us.”

She drew in a shuddering breath, then released it. “This is not a good idea.”

“I think it’s a brilliant idea.”

Her eyes searched his as if she could find an answer to some unknown question there. “It will complicate things.”

He dropped his hands but remained close. “True, we will just have to be careful. No play during work.”

“I only listen to commands in the bedroom.”

“Only the bedroom? I thought you were more adventurous than that.”

She shook her head, but her lips twitched. “I’m still worried about what this would mean for our working relationship.”

“We can handle it. Think about it, take your time.”

“How much time?”

“As much as you want. Also, we can set a time limit on our…collaboration,” he said. “Maybe for just the remaining time in Hawaii. That way we know there is an end date so to speak.”

The moment he proposed the idea, he wanted to dismiss it. Another week was not enough with her. That is what had worried him. Nicola wasn’t a regular sub to him. For months he had fantasized about her, about them together. Now, he was giving her permission to put her own time limit on it.

“Really? You’ll agree to that? Sure you will. You are never around long enough to form a long-lasting relationship.”

They had a relationship…a friendship of sorts. She had seen the ugly side of him, especially after his one fuck up, but she still stayed around. Nicola didn’t judge him, she supported him. If he fucked that up, he would never forgive himself. Even acknowledging that, he could not just walk away.

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