Page 19 of The Widow's Dom

He found the bottle of wine from the night before and noticed she had a few more glasses after he left last night, so only an eighth of the bottle was left. It was enough for one glass. She already had the tequila, so he didn’t want her to get sick mixing different alcohol .

Moving back up the stairs with the glass of wine, he dug down for the strength not to pull her out of the water and fuck her until she knew she belonged to him. That would happen soon. Just not tonight. When he walked into the room, it looked like she was asleep.

“Baby, you’re going to drown.”

Her eyes slid open, and she smiled. “I was close.”

He handed her the glass and thought it was sexy as hell when her naked arm surrounded by bubbles reached out to take it. God, he sounded pathetic.

He sat on the toilet lid, leaned back, and stretched his legs out. He interlocked his fingers, rested his hands on his stomach, then looked around the room. He watched her take a few sips of the wine and then set it on the tub’s rim.

Nick liked the rooms in the house he’d seen so far. In the bathroom, the tub and sink were white porcelain. The shower was all glass and big enough for him. She painted the walls a soft gray, and the carpet had a rainbow of colors, but the main one was gray to fit the room. “This paint looks new?”

She looked around. “It is. Several months ago, I needed to change the house to suit me. As long as I’ve lived here, the walls have been plain white. There was no color at all. His mother didn’t like it. I wasn’t allowed to change anything even though she was dead. Not even the placement of the furniture. Kevin wanted it to look like it did when his parents lived here. He didn’t do well with change.” She chuckled. “In the bedroom, I moved the furniture into another room and bought the antique dresser and bed frame. I picked up several Oriental rugs and put them around the house.”

She looked around the room. “It’s not a lot of color, but enough to give it some life. I’ll show you the office later. That and these two rooms have changed the most. I have other ideas but haven’t had the time to start another project.”

“Time? I know you have the horses, but what else occupies your time?” he asked.

“I work for an online publisher. It’s one of the older and bigger ones. I edit the romance or erotic novels for her.”

His eyebrows spiked. “And your husband was okay with it?”

“I tried to talk to him about it a few times. But it just embarrassed him.” She laughed. “He was old-fashioned. He knew he couldn’t stop me, so he just ignored it.”

“Why did you marry him? You both seem so different from each other.”

She smiled. “He was one of the best men I’ve ever known. I knew I could depend on him, and he’d always be here for us. My father took off when I was young. He went for milk and never came back.”

Janessa shook her head. “My husband didn’t drink unless we were with the group of people you saw me with at the barn party. And then it was only two at the most. He loved the boys wholeheartedly but would get frustrated when he couldn’t keep up with them.”

“Was he able to keep up with you?” he asked.

He saw her smile drop into a sad, regretful face.

“No. Before he married me, he knew what I was like because we went to high school together. He thought I’d settle down after a while, especially after the boys came. They just made me worse. It was the main thing we ever fought about. I tried to change. I really did.”

“Hell, I’m glad you didn’t. I love your spirit. There are some things I won’t allow, though.”

“Sometimes I think if he had been a more dominant man, he could have been able to deal with me.”

“I guarantee it. You don’t have to worry about that with me. You’ll probably hate it sometimes, but everything I do is to keep you safe and happy. We might … no, wewon’tagree most of the time. Have you ever heard about a Dom/sub type of relationship?”

He waited as she thought about it a moment.

“Sure. I’ve read about them in the books I edit. They’re mostly people who are into BDSM.”

He shook his head. “I’m not into that, although I might get the urge to tie you to the bed sometime.” He grinned when her eyes widened, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks. “What else have you read?”

“The relationship you’re describing is when the man, or sometimes a woman, is in charge of everything, and the woman must obey him. I have to warn you that won’t work with me, Nick.”

He laughed. “You think I don’t already know that? How about a DD/lg relationship?”

“The woman acts like a child.”

“Some of those relationships do. Some to the extreme where the woman has an adult-sized crib and wears diapers.”

He chuckled when her nose scrunched up. “I’m definitely not into that. I’m not even talking about dressing like a little girl. I’ll want to be the dominant one in the relationship.”

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