Page 137 of Princess of Pride
He peers at me from the corner of his eyes as he carries me down the hallway to our suite. “I could always teach your ass a lesson.”
I jolt, and my butt clenches in response. Is he talking about spanking or the back door entrance? We’ve never discussed the latter. Would I like it? Do I even want to try?
“Have I ever done anything you don’t like?” he asks as we approach our bedroom door. This house is like the one I grew up in. Two floors, plus an attic and a basement, all spread out with an east and west wing.
“No,” I admit hesitantly.
“Do you think I would ever do something you don’t like?”
I shrug.
He stops at the door. When he kicks it open, I get a teeny bit nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. He crosses the bedroom and sets me on the bed, his gaze hungry. I scoot back a little and push up onto my elbows.
“Look at you, my golden ray of light ablaze in that dress. I spent the party fantasizing about taking that off and doing wicked things to you.”
My core squeezes with need, and my panties get wetter.
“I’m not going to do any of those things to you.”
Wait—what? “You’re not?” I frown.
“No. Tonight you’re in charge. You decide what we do and how we do it.”
“Wait.” I lick my lips and scramble to my knees. “What if I want to tie you up?”
“I’ll help you.”
A huge smile breaks across my face. “What if I want to ride you with your hands bound so you can’t touch me, only watch?”
His aqua eyes pulse with light like they’re freaking glowing. “I would break free.”
I laugh. “That’s not fair. You’d have to keep them there.” I get on my knees and inch toward him. He scoots close enough for me to touch.
I unbutton his shirt and run a finger down his chest over his firm pec then kiss his Celtic tattoo. “What if I want to lick you all over?”
“I’ll strip right now.”
My eyes bug. “Margo is coming. With food.”
“I’m sure she’s seen a bare ass before.”
“Oh my god.” I shake my head and rest my forehead on his upper chest. “You are shameless.”
“And I’m yours.”
I lift my head. “I love that you’re mine.”
He takes my cheeks and kisses me passionately, until my head grows fuzzy. I haven’t passed out during sex in a while. Tonight might break my ongoing record.
A knock sounds on the door.
Lachlan releases me and turns toward Margo and her helper, Fable.
She’s new, pretty, and young compared to the rest of the staff—only two years older than me. I’ll be honest, I was nervous to let Margo hire her at first. Not because I worry about Lachlan straying. I worried about her being around him and Wes—and Rory when he visits, which he does on occasion.
They can be brutes when they’re together at times, playing rugby in the yard, sparring, and there’s their crass humor.
She just seems so innocent, like the way her face turned beet red, and her gaze darted away when she saw me and Lachlan kissing as if she’s never seen anyone kiss before.
