Page 95 of Dare to Love Again

“Yes, but there are eight other owners, each fully capable of stepping in.” At the front entrance, he stopped and yanked her flush against his long, hard body, not caring who might see. “We’re taking a sabbatical. Everyone else did when the submissive they claimed went through their trauma. And I mean each and everyone one of them, Cap, Rick, Dex, Jonas, Sean—two times over for him, at least—Lil T, and Eric. Even the general after he got shot and Joanna threatened to leave him. It’s my time.”

“Uh, Finn, other than Eric, I do not know who any of those people are.”

“You will, darlin’. And wait until you hear their stories. Some are as horrifying as yours.”

“Impossible.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” His hand curled beneath her chin, and he tipped her mouth up for another steamy kiss. Afterward, he whispered against her lips, “I think I’ll forbid them from telling you. Drama and angst aren’t my idea of living life to its fullest. A month in bed with you? Now we’re talking.”

She smiled at his persistently positive attitude then laughed on a day when she thought nothing could be funny.

Finn winked at her, and with a smile gracing his gorgeous face, took her hand and led her outside to his Jag parked in front. She noticed her car was gone. Impounded probably, but they could keep it. Bullet riddled, and blood covered, she wanted no part of it.

This time, when he tucked her in his fine ride, put the top down, and steered them north of the city, she didn’t fall asleep. She hung tight to the hand gripping hers, savoring every minute with Finn as she planned to from this moment on.

Chapter 20

“DO YOU THINK WE’LLever get to test out the Sultan’s chamber?” Esme grumbled.

“How about concentrating on where we are instead of where we aren’t?”

Leave it to Finn, her persistently positive master to look at it from a glass half full perspective.

“Yes, sir,” she replied; then after a moment simply had to add her glass-is-half-empty two cents. “It’s just that it’s been four months. You’d think in that time a dom with part ownership in this place could reserve the room of his choice.”

“Esme?” he asked quietly as he approached, looking devilishly handsome in a black Stetson, faded jeans, cowboy boots, and nothing else. This left his amazing chest bare, with loads of bunching, rippling muscles for her to stare at and drool over when she was supposed to be kneeling without talking while waiting as he prepared for their play session.

Tonight, she hadn’t quite conquered the silently waiting part.

“Yes, master?” she asked, eyes wide and giving him her sweetest submissive expression, as if sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

“Open.”

She licked her lips, seeing he held a gag then obediently opened her mouth for him to insert the flexible silicone bit between her teeth. As he secured the adjustable leather strap snugly behind her head, she wasn’t surprised and didn’t mind in the least; she loved strict bondage. Ropes, cuffs, straps, blindfolds, and gags—as long as she could breathe around them—she’d yet to complain about anything Finn had tied her up with or strapped her into.

“Now, then,” he said as he pulled her hair out from under the strap and smoothed the long, thick red strands that he loved so much back behind her shoulders. “Suspension isn’t a skill conducive to distractions, and you, pretty lass, are in a chatty mood tonight.”

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