Page 9 of Tangled Temptation

Whoever said the sub had all the power knew what they were talking about.

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Angie sat there watching Jared walk away yet again. Her stomach clenched tighter with his every step. Her bones felt like jelly, and her body was on fire, her pussy pulsing with need. All that from him talking to her and staring at her body.

I’m in trouble.

A grin curled her lips. This was the kind of trouble she would enjoy. Forcing herself to move, she picked up her bra and panties, folded them, and made her way back inside the main house. Well, now the place she was staying. Unless her stuff hadn’t been moved yet. She climbed the stairs to the third floor to confirm before she walked to her cabin.

Only one door on the entire floor stood open, and she saw her things inside the room. Jared worked fast. Angie unpacked, grateful for something to do. But she couldn’t get Jared’s last words out of her head. He wanted every detail about her fantasies.

Could she tell him her most intimate secrets? Things not even Becca knew about? Flopping on the bed, she stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how much she would share with Jared.

She’d always considered her fantasies private. It came from growing up in an orphanage where she had no privacy. After she was adopted, she gained some privacy but had two nosy big brothers, so she’d never even written those imaginings in a diary.

Her fantasies centered around men staying with her and not leaving like all the other men in her life.Should Ishare them with Jared?Maybe. Because deep down, she already wanted to share everything with him, and that scared her. She’d never shared her feelings of abandonment with anyone. In all honesty, as turned on as she was, she still didn’t know.

Maybe I should reconsider staying.

Chapter Three

InJared’sofficelater,Angie pushed her food around on her plate. She couldn’t eat. Hell, she couldn’t think. No, that wasn’t quite right. She’d been thinking too much. For the last hour and a half in her bedroom, she’d fought with herself. Stay or leave.

But she hadn’t been able to get off the mattress and start packing. She wasn’t one to walk away from a challenge, but wasn’t it better to walk now before Jared could abandon her like other men had? Hadn’t she had enough rejection in her life?

“Not hungry?” he asked.

“Not really.” She pushed her plate away and noticed Jared’s plate was clean. Her thoughts chased themselves around in her mind, making her more confused and unsure. She hated feeling unsure of herself.

“If you’re finished,” he said as he rose to his feet. “We’ll drop these dishes in the kitchen and then go outside.”

Decision time.

She picked up her plate and frowned when it shook in her hand. She wasn’t scared— apprehensive maybe—so why was she shaking? How would Jared take her fantasies? Would he condemn her for them?

They dropped their plates in the kitchen, then were on the back porch. Jared led her over to a pair of lounging chairs and faced her. “What is bothering you?”

She stared at him. “I’m fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest, not willing to give anything away. Hell, she still hadn’t decided or had she? After all, she’d unpacked all her things and put them away.

“You didn’t eat breakfast or lunch. You’re stiff as a board and, while I like your spunk, something is not right.” He grasped her shoulders. “If you’re worried about me walking away before I fuck you, teach you, dominate you, don’t be. I’m looking forward to this.”

How did he read my mind?Damn if her pussy didn’t pulse at his words.I should tell him I’m leaving. But I really don’t want to.There was nothing that said she had to tell him everything. She pushed away her doubts and made her decision.I’m staying.If she didn’t explore what Jared offered her, she’d always wonder what might have been.

“Play time.” He rubbed his hands together. The words caused her to close her eyes, but her body reacted to the word. Her gut tightened, and her nipples grew hard.

“Did you put your panties back on?”

“No.” A quiver worked its way up her spine. It hadn’t made sense to put them back on when she knew he’d have her take them off again.

“Good. Remove your skirt, lie down on the lounger, and let your legs dangle over the sides.”

Biting her lower lip, Angie slipped off her skirt. A cool breeze brushed over her sensitive skin as she walked to the lounger and arranged herself. God, she felt so exposed with her legs spread like this, but so ready for Jared.

He circled around her and flashed a grin. Angie’s insides melted at his pleasure in her obedience. He leaned over and brushed a light kiss across her lips.

“You are stunning,” he said.

She opened her mouth to thank him, but her words dried up as he whipped off his T-shirt.

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