Page 45 of Her Dom's Secret Past

I snuggled against his chest.

“I think I would have.”

His hands made nice little circles on my body.

“Thank you for that delightful lovemaking. Did you like your first taste of being spanked?”

Feeling a little embarrassed, I dug my head deeper into his chest and murmured, “Yes.”

“Tell me, can we keep doing it?”

I wasn’t used to this openness about sex but I still nodded enthusiastically.

Man, I want that every single time from now on.

“Do you think you’d enjoy being tied up? I’d always wanted my woman to be unable to stop what I did to her.”

My woman.

Mmm. It had a nice ring to it. I glanced up and he smiled.

“I think I’d like that.”

He stared into my soul. “You are my woman, aren’t you, Anabelle? You’re mine.”

“I hope so.”

“You are.”

I’d never liked hearing a man refer to his partner as “his woman” until tonight. When John called me that, I felt all loved and protected. We lay quietly. My heart went pitter-patter at an extremely fast rate. Somehow, I got the impression that he didn’t often claim a woman. I wondered if he’d ever married or been in a relationship.

“Anabelle?”

“Mm?”

“I didn’t say that lightly. I honestly mean it. I want you to be my woman. I’ve never asked a woman that before.”

“Never?”

“No. I’ve never felt the way I do about you. I’m not sure what’s going to happen between us, but I wanted you to know that to me you’re special. I do love you.”

That little dance I thought my heart had been doing now turned into a wonderful ballet. It leaped, pirouetted, and ended with a piqué arabesque. I thought my chest would burst as I stared into his face and read the truth in his eyes.

“You really mean that, don’t you?” I ask him for reassurance.

My heart couldn’t cope with him losing him a second time. He nodded and kissed my forehead.

“I’m very glad because I’ve missed you terribly and was so upset when I thought I’d never see you again. My heart broke into thousands of pieces.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Anabelle. I’m here for as long as you want me. I promise I’ll do everything I can to put your heart back together and never let it break again.”

“Good.”

I nestled down and wrapped myself in the cozy glow of being loved. Next thing I knew, John was shaking me awake.

“Ana, it’s after nine. We both fell asleep. I’m sorry.”

“Oh damn. Don’t be sorry. I’m not, but I have to get to work. I’ve got a client coming in at ten for a fitting.”

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