Page 102 of Sweet Surrender
I smiled as I wiggled closer into his side. Nash always asked how mydesigns were coming along, taking the time to listen to my ideas and look over my sketches. It was a stark contrast to Liam who’d always made it clear he had no interest in the clothes I was designing.
“They’re coming along fine, as long as I don’t make too many cockups, I should be good for Paris. Will you be coming to the show?”
He kissed the top of my head again. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”
My heart swelled with love as the warm feeling I only ever had forNash flowed through my body. “I’m proud of me too.”
We were quiet for a few minutes as I lay wrapped in his arms. Istarted going over my designs in my head, making sure they were going to be perfect for the show, but as I thought about them, Dominique popped into my mind, and the curiosity around how she and Nash met reared to life.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” I said propping up on Nash’s chestto look at him.
“Of course.”
“How did you and Dominique meet? She said you helped her out of asituation,” I said, trying to not sound like a jealous wife.
Nash saw through me though. “Are you asking if I’ve fucked her,sweetheart?”
I chuckled. “Yes.”
“No, I haven’t fucked her. I’m not her type,” he replied cryptically.
“You’re not her type, as in she’s into women?” I said, surprised.
“She might be into women, but no. Let’s just say that she and I wouldend up fighting over who would be the dominant.”
My brows almost disappeared into my hairline. “You mean she’s adominant?”
“I thinkmadameis the correct word,” Nash said, stroking a handdown my back. “And honestly, I don’t know. You should ask Fox though, he’ll tell you. Although I don’t think he’s quite gotten over the experience yet, it took him a whole week before he could sit down again.”
I burst out laughing. “What did she do, fuck his ass?”
“I think it was more to do with whips and floggers,” Nash said, joiningin when I started laughing harder.
Suddenly, Nash grabbed my hips and rolled me on top so I wasstraddling him. “Enough talking about all this spanking. It’s making my palm twitchy, and there’s a very good target right here that I would love to spank,” he said, grabbing a chunk of my ass.
I lowered my head down so our lips were inches apart. “I think I quitelike the idea of you spanking me, Mr. Carson. Want to extend my punishment for a little while longer?”
A devious smile pulled at Nash’s lips as he flipped me onto my backagain and hovered over me. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for.”
The End.
Epilogue
Savannah
Nerves coursed through me as I bolted to the toilet, making it therejust in time to throw up the orange juice and croissant Nash made me eat this morning.
Dominique’s catwalk show had started. She’d been on stage forthe last few minutes introducing her collection to the crowd, and the second she said she was also proud to be showcasing a new designer,Savannah Carson,the nerves hit full force.
Despite Nash, Fox, and Dominique doing their best to convince methat my designs were impressive, I was still questioning the outfits I’d chosen to display.
Truth be told, I was still doubting that Dominique was really giving mea slot to showcase my work.
Yet, here I was. Throwing up in thebathroom of a very exclusive hotelin Paris where Dominique was holding her show.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Nash’s soothing tone rang out, followedby a gentle tap on the bathroom door.
“I need a minute,” I replied, not wanting Nash to see me in thisstate.
