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  His fingers skimmed lightly over her skin, feathering over her nipples, which hardened into peaks that he pulled and pinched and plucked. His eyes met hers when she hissed a breath between her teeth. His girl liked a little discomfort. Few things could have pleased him more in that moment.

  He left her breasts and dropped his hands to her jeans, unfastening the button and unzipping them. “Kick off your shoes, Bailey.”

  And she did, gripping the counter behind her for support.

  When her shoes were gone, he pushed her jeans down over her hips and let her shimmy out of them the rest of the way. He gripped her by the waist, but she turned in his hold and lifted herself onto the smooth surface of the countertop. She sucked in a breath as her legs came to rest on the cold stone then let out a moan when he spread them to wrap around his torso.

  He gently pressed his hand to her chest. “Lean back.” He drew both his palms down her body, curling his hands around her heavy, incredibly perfect breasts, envisioning rope bindings, clamps and chains. Why had he never suspected the delight to be found in soft, rounded flesh?

  Her waist was thick, and his hands couldn’t span it, but it was definitive and gave her her own unique version of an hour-glass figure. The longer he touched her, the longer he looked at the pure pleasure on her face, the more he wanted her. Her skin was smooth, pale, and he loved the way her stomach fluttered when he ran his fingertips over it.

  “Shall we find out if you’re wet?”

  The inarticulate sound she made brought a smile to his face. “Yes, I agree we should.” He palmed the juncture between her thighs, feeling her heat and, oh yes, her wetness through the cotton of her panties.

  Her panties. They weren’t the kind that he would call sexy or that he would have salivated over. They were just white cotton panties that rode low on her hips but covered every inch of her ass, her lower belly and her pussy. He normally preferred women in thongs, g-strings, see-through lace and crotchless. He couldn’t deny the pretense of innocence and purity Bailey’s gave, though, and the hot, sinful effect they had on him.

  Aidn couldn’t be too sure he wasn’t going to explode from the fire racing through his veins.

  He teased her by slipping his fingers just inside the crotch of the wet material and was rewarded by a tensing of her thighs. “My girl likes that, does she?” My girl. Curious. He did it again, this time reaching farther inside to touch the hidden folds that were tempting him. She was soft, so soft, so slick with a need that mirrored his own. “We need to get these off of you.”

  “Yes. Please, Aidn. Please.” She lifted her hips, pleading.

  “Oh my, begging. I love it. Beg me, sweet Bailey.”

  “Please…”

  “Hold on.”

  Aidn glanced around the kitchen and then started opening drawers until he found the object he’d been looking for… “Bailey.” He stepped back between her legs, legs that spread and wrapped around him as though… No, he wasn’t going to go there.

  He trailed the point of the scissors lightly over her panties. “Ever had a piece of clothing cut from your body?”

  Bailey shook her head. He shuddered. He couldn’t help it. Her compliance, her trust, her body, her everything. Fuck.

  “Good. I like the idea of being the first.” He didn’t need to be going there, either. “Stay still for me. I don’t want to nick you.”

  Chapter Three

  It was likely one of the most erotic, memorable moments she would ever experience. If he didn’t want her to move, she wasn’t going to move. “Okay.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Wh—?”

  “Yes, sir. Say it, Bailey. Yes, sir.”

  “Y…yes sir.”

  “Damn, girl, what you do to me. Here, sit up just a little and watch.”

  He helped her up, angled her so she could look down between her legs, down at the silver blades glinting in the sunshine streaming in from the windows behind him. “Oh.”

  He smiled. God, how she loved his smile. “Yes. Oh. Now, stay still.”

  He gripped the scissors by the finger holds and hinged them open, sliding them on either side of the crotch of her panties. Her breath hitched and her legs trembled with each slice of fabric.

  She’d been right. It was a singular and erotic moment unlike any she’d experienced before. Oh damn, she was trying not to melt with the sensation of slowly being exposed to him like that.

  When the material was cut through, he sliced up the leg opening and with one strong tug, he yanked the scraps away from her body and tossed them to the side, but not before grinning at her like the Cheshire cat. “Oh, Bailey girl,” he murmured, his gaze riveted between her legs.

  “Am I…” She couldn’t finish her thought.

  “Yes, you are.”

  Their eyes met and she sighed with relief. He understood what she’d been unable to ask.

  He lightly touched her. “Just relax. Let your knees fall open. Yes, oh yes, Bailey, just like that.”

  His fingers, feather-light and slightly rough, tingled all along her body. He touched her everywhere, inside and out. She was hot and she was cold. She was slipping into a place that she’d only dreamed of. Subspace; the sensation of floating on air, a bliss so sweet it could be painful. She’d read about it, talked to others about it, but until Aidn, she hadn’t had an inkling of what it might be like to feel it. She gave herself up to it, gave herself and her pleasure over to him, and he was taking her there, making her fly. She was a different woman than she’d been just hours ago.

  Lust hummed through her blood. Need ripped at her and centered in her breasts. When his fingers slid inside deep, the need clenched and she let go, her body spasming in an orgasm that surprised her with its power. It kept going, singeing her nerve endings and curling her toes.

  Her entire body jerked and trembled. She gasped for breath and a strangled cry ripped itself from her throat. Her hands fisted when she couldn’t find anything to grasp hold of. Everything shifted from bright color to dim shades and the feeling of perfection infused every pore.

  She’d never felt anything quite like it and she never wanted it to end.

  “Jesus, girl.” Aidn’s voice sounded far away, strangled, desperate. He stroked in and out with his fingers, slowly placing the head of his cock against her. “Bailey.” So lost in coming, so lost in her own pleasure, she barely heard him speak her name.

  “Bailey.” He said her name again softly, and she finally opened her eyes. He was smiling at her and she melted again.

  “Hi there.”

  “Hi.”

  Fingers slid through her hair and his thumb rubbed softly over her lips. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded and licked her lips. The out-of-body feeling was starting to fade and slowly, his handsome features came into focus. She could get lost in his eyes, in his smile, in the sound of his voice whispering to her.

  “Good. I need to ask…are you clean? Been tested? Birth control?”

  She hoped her voice worked. “Yes. Every six months. It’s on file at the club per member rules. And yes, I’m on the pill. You?” They should have talked about this before now, maybe on the phone as they were driving to her place, or before they’d ever left the parking lot at the mall. She didn’t want to discuss it now. She just…she just wanted him inside her, fucking her for all he was worth.

  “Yes. I’m clean. It’s on file.”

  “Great. Fuck me. Please, Aidn.” She lifted her hips, pushing herself on his cock head.

  He took hold of her hips and dug in. “Tighten your legs. If you can lock your ankles around my back, do it. Hold me. Grip me, Bailey.”

  She nodded and wiggled on the counter, readjusting her legs around him, pulling him to her with her heels pressed into his ass. His hands slid up to her waist, up higher to her breasts. As he pumped into her with small, strong thrusts, his fingers tugged and pulled and twisted her nipples, drawing her up, suspended on the counter

  “Please…”

&n
bsp; “Please what, Bailey girl? Tell me, beg me.”

  “You, please, Aidn. I need…”

  “What do you need?” He let go of her nipples and reached around, taking her ankles in his hands, removing them from behind his back.

  “You. Please…just you…”

  “I’m here. You’ve got me.”

  Aidn adjusted his grasp on her, pressed her legs back toward her head and opened her wider, hammering into her hard, fast. She was tight and scorching hot and likely the best fuck he’d ever had. He didn’t like one-night stands, but this had to be one. The effect she had on him was too much for him to handle. The effect he had on her was too much for him to handle.

  “Touch your breasts, your nipples, Bailey.”

  And she did. She rolled them in her fingers, her short nails digging into the sensitive tissue. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, off the way she fondled herself for him, so innocent and yet, she was so tempting and lush.

  He was trembling and she was shaking, her pussy pulsing. He pressed hard into her, holding himself there, flooding her body.

  Her soft whimper mixed with his animal-like grunt.

  “Thank you.”

  He barely heard the whispered words over the loud hammering of his heart. He’d never fucked like that, never had a woman more decadently displayed just for him.

  Fighting to catch his breath and watching her do the same, he imagined spending days and weeks like this with her. He wanted her like he hadn’t wanted another woman in years. And he wanted her again. Right now.

  With his cock still buried inside her, he kissed her swollen and flushed lips. “Where’s the bedroom?”

  Aidn woke up first. Late afternoon sun filtered through a bank of windows and warmed the room. He turned his head and found Bailey still asleep with her head pillowed on her hand. She was prettier than he’d initially thought and it didn’t have to do with her physical appearance as much as he was used to with other women. Had he always been so shallow?

  He rolled from the bed and ambled into the bathroom, scrubbing his hands over his face. He should leave. She was too…too…too something for him. Something he couldn’t put his finger on, and while the sex had been fevered and passionate, it had just been sex.

  His cock twitched as though attempting to argue that stupid notion. He really didn’t want it to be smarter at the moment than his rational, higher-thinking brain.

  Her eyes had told him everything. She was with him every step of the way, and when his cock flexed inside her, the groan that had slipped from her, the smile that had graced her face took his breath away. Damn. She could break a man with a look like that. Everything she was feeling, everything she needed had been written there for him to see. He was in way over his head. All he’d wanted was to fuck her, to pleasure them both, to get some stress out of his system. This was—she was—much more than he’d bargained for.

  He’d barely touched her and she’d come. All her defenses were down and she’d been nothing but pure reaction and raw ecstasy. It unnerved the shit out of him and if he didn’t get the hell away from her…

  He turned the water on and stepped into the spray. He hoped she wouldn’t mind. Normally, he’d wake a woman up and talk her into the shower with him, but not this time, not this woman. He needed distance. He needed to wash the sweet scent of her off his skin.

  He sighed. He was kidding himself and was man enough to admit it. He didn’t like it, but… There was more than sex, more than the heat of her around his dick, more than the passion that burned inside her and flowed into him when he touched her.

  The hot water rolled down his back and sank into his muscles. She had one of those multi-setting showerheads. It was on a hose and detachable. As he stared at it, his mind wandered and he grinned. He could see her using it for more than the manufacturer’s intended purpose.

  After scrubbing his head, trying to get rid of the last of the cobwebs in his mind, he turned the water off and stepped out. He looked out the bathroom door and found that Bailey was still sleeping. That was a damn good thing. He’d worked her over, fucking her like a madman twice more once they’d gotten upstairs to her bed. Nothing quite so naughty as on the counter, but hard and rough and quick, trying to get it out of his system, this all-consuming hunger that had blindsided him back on the sidewalk. He still wasn’t done. He was still on edge, still needing…

  He toweled off and went to get the jeans he’d left lying on the kitchen floor downstairs. After tugging them on and fastening the buttons, he wandered into the living room. Decorated in black and white, with punches of bright colors, it was neat and clean with wavy lines and swirled fixtures. While beautiful and vibrant, not unlike its owner, it was also timid, as though she were trying to find just what her own style would be. There was darkness and light, whimsy and structure. Who she had been before and who she was becoming?

  The bookshelf at the end of the room drew his attention, with row upon row of books. Half of the shelves were filled with cookbooks, mostly about baking. Recalling the bakery storefront on the street, he was curious to know if she owned it. As he glanced over more of the titles, another shelf toward the bottom caught his eye. Fetish books.

  He was familiar with most of the titles and contents, one of which he’d helped write. Fetish books with picture and descriptions. Fetish books without pictures at all.

  His interest piqued, he picked one up and flipped through it, finding some of the pages folded down in the corners. He smiled. She really was a student of the lifestyle. How long had she known? What was it she’d said earlier about preferring private play? Had long had she been exploring it? Did she want a relationship of dominance and submission or was she just into casual play?

  The pages she had dog-eared were not the light and fluffy, fun, kinky sex pages. No, she had worn the texture off the pages of more intense, harder play from touching them so much. Collars and leashes. Dragon tails. Cages and crosses. Rope bindings. Ring gags.

  There was indescribable depth to her. She had a bright smile and a delightful, sensual personality and yet at the same time, it was becoming quite clear that she had very dark desires.

  Aidn knelt and put the book back, thoughts bouncing around in his brain. She was an enigma, one that would be incredible to figure out. When he stood, he heard a sound filtering down from the bedroom. He went to the bottom of the stairs and listened. She was moaning.

  He went up, two steps at a time. Shit. Was she in pain? Had he hurt her?

  Her breath hitched as he walked to the doorway of the bedroom. She was on her stomach with the sheet pushed to her lower back. He looked at her in a whole new light now than when he’d first noticed her at the club and across the street from the restaurant. She was no longer an adorable and curious, full-figured woman who could stand to lose a few pounds, but rather a sexy, naughty, delicious…damn, he couldn’t finish. She was moving restlessly, her legs drawing up under her and spreading. Another moan escaped her parted lips..

  He walked to the side of the bed and from this angle could see just the edge of the areola of her breast. Could he touch it without waking her?

  There was an indulgent smile on her lips. Her brows wrinkled and her eyelids fluttered. She was dreaming. And then, she was coming. Holy shit. She was having an orgasm in her sleep.

  Her body shuddered under the sheets. Her mouth formed an O and then his name slipped out on a breathless whisper.

  Aidn was rooted to the spot and then he was moving back, away from the bed and out the bedroom door. She was dreaming…about him. He was standing right there beside her and she was dreaming about him. What the hell did it mean? He didn’t want to know.

  Back downstairs, he grabbed his shirt and shoes from the same spot in the kitchen where his jeans had been and let himself out without a second thought, running from her, from himself, from something he desperately wanted but couldn’t have.

  Chapter Four

  Bailey pasted a smile on her face as she greeted her two o’clock
appointment. Just because she hated all things having to do with men and romance and love and sex thanks to Mr. Slink Away Dominant, didn’t mean she couldn’t be sincerely happy for the newly engaged couple seated across the table from her. Did it? No, of course not. She was, after all, a professional.

  “So, what’s the date of your wedding?”

  “Valentine’s weekend,” the bride gushed, holding tightly to the arm of her very uncomfortable looking groom.

  Bailey understood his pain and wanted to throw up, wanted to break her pencil and jab Barbie Bride in the eyes with the jagged ends. “Oh, isn’t that just wonderful!”

  “Yes! Please tell me that you have the date open for a wedding. I just don’t know what I’d do if you’re already booked.”

  “Let me check the calendar to be sure.” She flipped open her day planner and made a show of checking dates. She was open for anything, everything, and most especially Barbie’s wedding. “Yes, actually, I am still available and that gives us just about six months.”

  “Oh that is just perfect. You were recommended so highly that I just had to have you and you did such a gorgeous job with my friend’s wedding cake. I knew you’d be perfect for what I want.”

  Bailey was touched, this time truly touched by the kind words. “That’s a great compliment, thank you. What is your color scheme? Red and white?”

  The bride beamed. “White with red and pink accents. Perfect for Valentine’s Day, don’t you think?”

  Pencil snapping. Jagged ends. Deep breath. All without her smile faltering. “Absolutely. What color pink?”

  “I want a really pretty shade and not anything that would clash with the red.”

  That feeling of throwing up…it was back. “No, we don’t want anything to clash. I have a variety of cake flavors, do you have a preference?”

  “Chocolate. That’s what you made for Angie’s wedding and it was to die for.”

  “Great. Chocolate. Buttercream frosting?” Did they see the tightness around her mouth at all or was it just something Bailey was feeling as she looked at them?