Page 25 of Biker's Babygirl

“I… I don’t remember,” I stammer. Duke has certainly called me on less, and I expect he will point out this lie, too. Because the truth is, while I might not remember all the specifics, I don’t need to. All my dreams—nightmares, more like—have been the same for the last six months. Filled with pain, torture and violence.

“It’s like that sometimes,” he responds lightly. “Wanna get something to eat?”

Right on cue, my stomach growls as though it’s answering him, and I laugh.

Duke smiles. “Dreams or no dreams, you seem like you’re in a good mood.”

“I could definitely eat,” I say, bypassing his observation.

If he minds, he doesn’t show it. “Well then, let’s just take care of this.”

At first, I don’t know what he means and when he reaches for my hands, I hesitate, but fight to keep the emotion from showing on my face.

He pulls me to him in a swift, easy move, and though I want to die of embarrassment as my face burns even hotter, he doesn’t seem to notice as he examines my wrists, turning them over in his hands, his thumbs gently smoothing over them. “No marks.” He glances up at me, a smile on his lips. “Didn’t I tell you?”

I gulp, the gentle contact making my pussy quiver. “Yep.”

“I hate that it became necessary, but you understand why it was, right?” His tone is level and calm, but his blue eyes are a tad bit stern.

My belly flips, and heat suffuses my face. What iswrongwith me? I can’t figure out why I keep doing that around him—blushing like an idiot. But the tummy flipping… that was definitely a one-off thing. I couldn’t havelikedbeing chained to his bedpost like an errant pup.

He didn’tchainyou, my conscious corrects.It was just rope.Soft rope, silk, like it was meant to be used for that exact thing.

“Ginny?” Duke’s prompting interrupts my errant thoughts. His voice is gentle, yet firm, with a hint of a warning in it. “You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I mutter begrudgingly. “I shouldn’t have disobeyed you.”

“Good girl.” He reaches over and smooths a hand over my hair and damn it if my pussy doesn’t clench.Hard.

I can’t help it. It’shisfault. His blue eyes are assessing me so thoroughly, but with a sincerity that warms me from the inside out. Something has changed since sharing a bed with him, even though not even a single touch occurred between us—other than my unconscious body seeking his while I fought off nightmares. But my core is telling me that I feel safe with him, even though my heart is struggling to follow.

It’s been so long since I’ve truly been safe with anyone, and thought it feels right, I struggle to trust it.

“…today, maybe after breakfast?” Duke is looking at me expectantly, and I realize I’ve been so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t hear him.

“I’m sorry.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I feel my blush burn hotter. “Can you, uh, repeat that?”

“Sure.” He gives me an easy smile, and I can’t help but notice again how handsome he is. “I said you need a full exam today, maybe after breakfast.”

“Oh.” The thought of him examining my body makes everything inside me tighten, but I can’t help but notice it’s not altogether unpleasant. “Why?” I question.

“You were exhausted yesterday.”

“Yeah, I know that.” I utter a little laugh. “But why do you need to look at anything other than my arm? That’s where I got scratched.”

“Yes, but… forgive me, Ginny, but I get the impression there’s a lot you’re not telling me. You’re fine to keep your secrets,” he adds, “but I’m a doctor. I would feel a lot better if you had a full exam before you leave us so that I can treat anything that needs it.”

Full examis the only thing I hear. Suddenly, my mind fills with an image of me laid out on this very bed, stripped naked for his viewing pleasure. I can feel my pussy quivering and my belly has knotted into anxious, delicious knots.

“Think of it as your yearly physical.” His words reach my ears. “How long has it been since you’ve had one of those?”

He is kidding with me to make me feel more comfortable, and suddenly, my heartstrings are tugged. Duke is a good man. It’s been way too long since I’ve been around one of those.

I’m certain he won’t hurt me and besides… my insides are doing an Irish jig at the thought of being examined by him,despite how weird it is.It’s the only way he’d ever want me naked,I rationalize.

“Okay.”

His grin widens and he claps his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Good. I think that’s a good decision, Ginny. I’ll feel so much better knowing you’ve been taken care of before you leave.”

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