Page 127 of Healing the Heart

“What’s funny?”

“You are, sir. You’re such a dom.”

He held the doors for her as she preceded him through the lobby and out into the warm, arid Texas heat.

While walking to the parking lot, he caught her against him again, as if he couldn’t bear having her out of reach. “Not denying it, but how so?”

“That proposal wasn’t a question.”

His chin dipped to his chest, and he cocked a brow. “Would your answer have been different if I tacked a question mark onto the end?”

“No.”

“Then, what’s the problem?”

Her arms tightened around his waist, holding him in a side hug as she matched his stride. Happy, relieved tears stung her eyes. “I’ve got no problems, sir. Not anymore.”

Epilogue

A Do-over

THE DOOR CREAKED ASit slowly swung open, only to close a moment later. The soft thud of approaching footsteps echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the subtle waft of a masculine, woodsy scent. As a denim-covered leg lightly brushed her back, a shiver raced down her spine. Her nipples tightened in anticipation, and liquid heat flooded her pussy. It was all so familiar—kneeling in the center of room 9 with a satin blindfold in place while butterflies fluttered in her stomach—because she’d done this before.

Except tonight, instead of the anxiety and, yes, the fear of giving herself to a complete stranger, the fluttery dance going on inside her was for an entirely different reason. This time, there would be no panic, no abrupt halt to the scene, or shock as the identity of her dom for the evening was revealed. It would play out to its expected conclusion, with her reaching the heights of pleasure as she submitted fully to his dominance.

“You’re trembling, little one. I assure you, nothing is going to happen tonight that you do not want or cannot stop. But you know that already, don’t you?”

Although the words were slightly different, the voice held the same low, seductive rasp. Fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her head back.

“Tell me your safeword.”

“Red, sir.”

His free hand cupped her chin, and the warmth of his breath bathed her lips as he bent near. “Are you trembling because you’re frightened?”

“No, sir. It’s from excitement because I can’t wait for all the wickedly delightful things you have planned for me.”

His lips brushed hers as he chuckled softly. “Neither can I, kitten. Kiss me.”

When his mouth closed over hers, and his tongue swept inside, there were no warning bells alarming in her head as the image of blue eyes, silvered temples, and Noah’s beloved face coalesced in her head.

“Stand,” he ordered, stepping back so she could rise, and taking her hand to assist her.

Soft fur brushed her skin as he cuffed one wrist, drew her arm upward, and linked it above her head.

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