Page 8 of Return To Love

But this night, this man, this moment, belonged to her now. This life, that had seemed so fragile and tenuous, was hers to live fully.

Sudden carnal inspiration made her dance through the sticky snow. His deep-timbered chuckle at her antics warmed her from the inside out.

Years ago, before they’d been twenty-year-olds stuck with an unexpected pregnancy and living in near-poverty, they had played so many fun sex games. Uninhibited and desperate for each other, without a penny to call theirs. Later, she’d lost herself in raising twins with zero support and stretching every single dollar Dom earned to feed them, while he had thrown himself into building a better life for their new family.

He’d worked hundred-hour weeks for years and succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, making his first million at thirty-six. But they had lost each other on the way.

“Real or role-play?” she said, eager to make new red-hot memories to rival the ones from the past.

“Role-play,” he said, a deep hunger unwrapping in his answer. His palm cupped her hip.

Velvet heat uncoiled low in her belly as scenarios unraveled in her head. “On my knees or all fours?”

His curse rang out in the open spaces buffeted by the wind and tall buildings.

“Only one option at one time,” Mona said, infusing her words with a stern note.

When he glanced at her, she caught the flush streaking his cheeks. And knew it had nothing to do with the cold. He pulled her to face him, powdery snow crunching sweetly under her boots.

She bunched her hands in his sweater as his mouth descended. Laced with the dark decadence of the scotch and chocolate cake, his breath danced over her in sinful invitation. Just as his lips reached her, she turned her head. “Kisses not allowed in this world.”

His lips skimming over her jaw, he groaned out loud. The sound reverberated through her willing, wanton flesh, pooling low in her pelvis and releasing a gush of dampness. “You’re killing me, fantasy girl.”

“You haven’t said how you want me,” Mona said, nuzzling into the warm cavern of his neck.

“I want to be surprised.”

“Right. Here’s the play,” she said, clutching a scenario from one of her favorite erotic romance novels she had immersed herself in all summer. It was both titillating and empowering. “I’m a naïve princess, abducted as a present for the alien overlord. She’s in what they call ‘heat’, which means she has to be serviced repeatedly, and he can’t resist the pheromones she’s putting out.”

“Fuck,serviced?” Dom’s words landed on her skin like a throaty growl. He shoved his fingers through his hair. “It mean what I think it does?”

“Yep,” Mona said, not letting him break their forward momentum. “Of course, the princess doesn’t know that her body needs this kind of…servicing, so she’s going to…resist. A bare minimum.”

Dom’s filthy curse rang around them, spicing up the sweet Christmas carols pouring out of restaurants and radio stations. “Does she need it the whole night?”

“Her heat needs it,” Mona corrected primly, just as they arrived at the hotel.

“Good thing the alien overlord came prepared with a blue pill then,” Dom said with a dryness that made her giggle. He grabbed her ass cheek and gave it a tight squeeze before the doors opened with a quiet swish. “Let’s get to it then. I’m dying to get inside the princess’s pussy.”

Chapter Five

A damp breezekissed Mona’s shoulders, blowing down past her tight nipples and lower still, flowing from the small gap she’d left in the floor-to-ceiling glass doors. While it wasn’t a hot flash, she was overheated enough to need it.

Not only had Dom booked them the luxury penthouse suite, he had also dropped off a bag in anticipation of tonight. Filled with lingerie he’d admitted he’d handpicked, tubes of lube, silk scarves and blindfolds, three sets of pink furry cuffs,anda vibrator, dildo and a clit stimulator, the bag had been a revelation.

The idea of Dom perusing the catalogue while his cock engorged in his pants, thinking of how he’d use them on her, made a hundred shivers spew over her skin.

For tonight, she’d picked body-oil with dark notes of cinnamon and jasmine, two pairs of cuffs, and a bottle of lube. After her shower, she’d urged him to have one, and then went to town with the oil.

The nearly meditative massage she’d given herself sitting naked on the bed had been blissful, drawing out sweet, sensuous heat from every inch of her. Then, she’d dressed in a gold-sequined lace thong and bra—apparently, he had been thinking in themes already—and tied a silk scarf around her throat.

She let her hair fall around her shoulders. While it was thick, her extensions gave it density and length. She would be eternally glad that her friend Chaaru had dragged her to the hair clinic. It gave her back the confidence she’d lost while it thinned during her illness. Though soon, she hoped she wouldn’t need the extensions outside of these fantasy nights.

Finally, Mona slid herself onto her knees on the plush bed with its cloud-like duvet. She used one set of cuffs around her ankles, then lathered her already sensitive folds in lube. The tight tug of the cuffs around her ankles as she shifted, with the lube warming her folds, sent hot tingles zooming over her skin.

The second pair of cuffs clicked shut on her wrists just as the door to the attached bath opened. Anticipation tightened her belly.

She felt Dom’s gaze over her raised ass cheeks like a laser pointer before she heard the growly sound he made deep in his throat. “Are you my prize, Princess?” When Mona would have turned to see him, he made a forbidding sound. “Do not turn.”

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