Page 39 of Grounds for Love

Joy sighs contentedly and asks, “You’re staying the night with Rod, aren’t you?”

“Do you mind?”

“I would be upset if you didn’t. That man needs some serious appreciation after what he’s done for us today.”

Oh, I know. That’s my plan…

Joy leaves around nine and I jump in Rod’s spa-like shower. I’ve started leaving a few things at his house, like my own shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. I’ve been careful to not overstate my presence in his home. There’re only a few clothes taking up two hangers in his closet and a fourth of a shelf.

By the time I hear Rod pull in the garage, I’m ready and waiting. How I found myself in deep with this man I’m still wondering. We’re good for each other. I only hope I can pull off the sexy siren femme fatal.

My heart is beating wildly and I’m a fraction away from calling this off. He isn’t expecting me. I didn’t tell him I was staying.

When he walks in the bedroom door, the look on his face is priceless and all my insecurities disappear.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hungry eyes going over me as I lay naked in his bed. I’d debated the pose that would be the most advantageous for my not-so-perky breasts and thighs with too much jiggle. Based on his reaction, I don’t think he notices any imperfections.

I tilt my head and study his handsome face. By the dark circles under his eyes, I know he’s had a hard day. Maybe I should postpone my seduction until he’s rested.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

I glance down at my body, nipples hard from not only the cool air, but also from his intense gaze. “I thought it was obvious, but I’ve never done this before so maybe I should spell it out. What you did for us today was a very nice thing. I’m your thank you gift.”

His eyes flare and he moves closer with interest. “You are?”

I rise and meet him in the middle of the bedroom and start unbuttoning his uniform shirt. “I never realized how hot a man in a uniform is.”

“Is that so?” he says and reaches over his head and pulls the shirt off in the way only a man can.

My hands go to his belt and his stomach contracts at my touch. I start to toss the belt to the floor, but Rod takes it from my hand. “You said you’re my present, right?”

I lick my lips and nod, curious to see where this is going to lead. “I did. And I am.”

His lips curl. “Then we’re going to need this,” he says and pushes my hands away. My core clenches in anticipation of what’s coming.

“I’d like my present on the bed.”

I hear a muttered curse as I turn and walk to the bed. “Sweetheart, I love your ass.”

I’m not sure how to reply to that. Thank you seems inadequate to the way he makes me feel desirable.

“On your stomach,” he directs and I crawl to the middle.

He takes my hands and wraps the belt around them. “Is that too tight?” he asks.

“No.” I’ve read the books. I know this kind of thing happens, but until it happens to you, there’s no way to describe how hot it is. An embarrassing pool of moisture leaks from between my legs.

I watch in fascination as he wraps the belt around the headboard. “I’ll be right back.”

I look over my shoulder as he goes into the closet. A moment later, he comes back out with a silk tie in his hand. If I wasn’t wet before, I totally am now.

He stands above me and asks, “Have you ever been blindfolded?”

I lick my lips and nervously shake my head.

“Do you want to try? I promise you’ll love it and if at any time you don’t, just tell me.”

I don’t have to question or consider. “I trust you, Rod.”

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