Page 55 of Master My Love

Val smiled, not doubting him. She had never felt so alive. Eric had unlocked a side of her she never knew existed and liberated her from the constraints of her past. Swept up in the overwhelming ecstasy of it all, she couldn’t wait to explore every desire, every fantasy, with the man, her dom and master, who had set her soul on fire.

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THE LOW RUMBLE OF VOICESpoked at her consciousness. Preferring the post-orgasmic lassitude invading her body over straining to hear what they said, she tried to block them out. Lying motionless while her skin cooled and her pulse rate returned to normal, she couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. Eric had fucked her into a state of sated lethargy, as promised.

Sakes alive, the man had skill.

His touch created sensations she hadn’t dreamed possible, and his warm lips and wickedly talented tongue had her squealing for mercy but also begging for more. And his cock... She could write epic poems about what he could do with that magnificent instrument of pleasure and they couldn’t possibly do it justice. Every sexual encounter she’d had since losing her virginity at seventeen was a poor imitation of what she’d experienced with Eric today.

After loving her into this state, he’d pulled her into the curve of his body and cuddled her close for what he promised was only a “brief respite.” When a knock came at the door, he’d rolled out of bed muttering a curse. He stopped a moment to cover her nakedness then called out in a ferocious growl, “This had damn well better be important,” while stalking across the room.

Had it been Val on the other side of the door, she’d have been long gone before it swung open. With the scant amount of energy left in her well-fucked body, she turned her head on the pillow and admired him standing in all his naked, muscular glory while quietly discussing something with Master Thomas.

“You have got to be shitting me,” he stated at one point.

A few moments later, he shut the door, pausing briefly with his hand flattened against the heavy oak panel before turning and moving her way.

The view from the front was just as glorious. Hungrily, her eyes swept over his massive chest and rippled abs, quickly homing in on his semi-rigid cock. Half-aroused, he was more than impressive, but as she watched, he lengthened into readiness yet again.

Her eyes flew to his; she didn’t think she could bear another round. She had yet to regain her composure from the last orgasm, her fourth.

“You look surprised, but what do you expect when you gaze at me like I’m a piece of chocolate you want to gobble up whole?” Climbing up beside her, he stretched and released her cuffs.

“I take it he wasn’t.”

He frowned, sitting back on his heels. “Wasn’t what?”

“Shitting you.”

He grunted. “I wish. Unfortunately, duty calls.”

“I thought you’d wrapped up your case.”

“Not quite. There are still some annoying loose ends.”

Eric moved to sit on the side of the bed and, with a sigh, raked his fingers through his thick, wavy hair. It stood on end, giving him a boyish appearance, and Val couldn’t keep from smiling. She kept it to herself, however. He’d probably think boyish was too much like sweet and take it as another hit to his badass reputation. But he didn’t fool her; she liked his gentle, softer nature as much as his dominant side.

She reached out and laid her hand on his smooth back. It was hours before morning, and she didn’t want their time together to end. Disappointment crept into her voice when she asked, “Is this how it’s going to be? Busy schedules, brief calls and texts, and when we finally get the chance to be together, you being called away in the middle of a date? If that is so, I respectfully propose that you consider hiring more men...sir.”

He twisted, and before his intention became clear, hauled her from beneath the covers and perched her naked on his lap. His powerful arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. “First, I’d hardly characterize this as a date. Dinner and a movie rate as a date. This was a four-orgasm fuck-session with your dominant—get used to it.”

Her mouth fell open at his arrogance, but even as it did, a spark of desire reignited in her pussy. Something she thought impossible after all the recent activity.

“Second, getting sassy won’t get you anything except a paddled ass. And, believe me, if complaining helped, I’d be pitching a fit right about now.”

“I’m sorry for getting snippy, master, but this sucks.”

He kissed the end of her nose, surprising her again.

“Do you know how beautiful you look with rosy cheeks, your hair all mussed, and your lips puffy from my kisses?” he asked, not coming close to answering her question. The growl that rumbled from his chest was a clear sign of his frustration. “You’re right about this sucking, though. We just closed out the busiest month on record since Rossi Security LA opened. We’re doing everything we can to get extra men on board as quickly as possible, but until then, it might be a bumpy ride.”

As he gazed down at her, his blue eyes lazy in the aftermath of what they’d shared, he tucked a wayward hair behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Can you hang in there with me, little one? Am I worth it?”

Her eyes dropped to the smile tipping his kissable full lips. She couldn’t say no—not that she’d considered it—the man was smoking hot.

“Any man who can make me feel the way you did in this bed is absolutely worth holding onto,” she whispered, in full disclosure.

His smile dimmed a fraction, and one dark-blond brow arched pointedly. “Any man, huh? Since I have to leave, should I ask Thomas to return, since any man will do?”

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