Chapter 211 Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Chapter 211

After slipping from the bed before sunrise, Lucas tucked the covers around Wynter’s shoulders. She gave a soft smile but didn’t open her eyes as she drifted back to sleep.

For a moment he stood there, unmoving, looking at her, adoring the way her blonde hair spilled across the pillow. The first time they’d met and verbally sparred, he’d known she was different—not at all intimidated by his personality or impressed by his accomplishments. She’d called him out for essentially being an asshole. Although she might not have used that word, there’d been no doubt about her meaning. He grinned at the memory. That she was both beautiful and intelligent was an added delight.

And then last night… Fuck. Her innocence had blown his mind.

In business, Lucas was recognized for being perceptive, seeing through bullshit to get to the bottom line. The way she’d reacted to his unspoken command to come to him at the mixer had convinced him she’d be receptive to BDSM. Yet he hadn’t known she was a goddamn innocent.

The air conditioner kicked on, somewhat taming the hard-on he got every time he looked at her or even thought of her.

He crossed into the bathroom to take a shower, letting the hot, pulsing spray pound the back of his neck. Thoughts returned to the sexy submissive in the bed.

If he had realized the truth about her, would he have still pursued her?

He wiped water droplets from his face. Absolutely yes. Out of all men, she’d bestowed that honor on him, and that deepened his resolve to claim her forever. Lucas was her first. And he sure as hell intended to be her last.

Memories of her moans and the sweetness of her surrender had hardened his dick.

A storm around three had awakened them both, and he’d made love to her a second time. It had been less intense yet created a deeper connection, and she’d crawled on top of him and rode him to completion.

She was his. If she thought he was kidding about that last night, she was wrong. And starting today, she’d find out just how serious he was.

After he got himself off, he toweled dry, then pulled on his slacks and shirt.

Wynter was curled on her side, sleeping deeply when he returned to their suite. Despite an orgasm less than five minutes before, he was ready again. Maybe going commando hadn’t been a good idea.

Quietly he left the room in search of coffee. The miniature machine in the room would only spit out enough caffeine to piss him off. Today, after last night’s lack of sleep, called for extra-large cups.

The kiosk was small, and he was third in line, giving him time to check his phone and learn that Lyla had submitted an offer on the building and was going out of her mind while she waited for a call from her real estate agent.

When it was his turn, he ordered himself an Americano and the biggest size macchiato for her. Then he added a couple of sweet pastries and breakfast burritos to their bill.

No matter what she was hungry for, he had her covered.

When he entered the room, she blinked awake.

“The bed was cold without you.”

“A coffee will warm you up.” After setting things down on a table, he carried her cup to her.

With a sleepy sigh, she sat up, dragging the covers with her. When he extended his offering, she bravely popped out one hand.

“Would you like your robe?”

“Or for you to get back in here with me.”

“That might have been the best invitation I’ve ever had.”

As he removed his clothes, she took a small sip.

“You remembered.”

“I listen to every word you say. And I guessed that the first coffee of the day should be hot and not cold.”

“You were right.” She wiggled against the headboard to get more comfortable.

“Hungry.”

Seductively she drew her eyebrows together.

“What do you have in mind?”

Who was this vixen?

“I think we’re on the same page.”

With a giggle, she placed her cup on the nightstand. He threw the covers back and grabbed her ankle to drag her toward him.

Gasping, laughing, she met his gaze. And her expression changed, becoming much more serious. Her stunning blue eyes widened, and her lips softly parted. My God, had she slipped into a submissive mindset just from the way he looked at her?

He’d had no idea a woman so perfect for him actually existed.

“Spread your legs, little one.”

When she did as he said, he nudged her ankles farther apart.

“You’re making me nervous.”

“Am I?”

“I’m unsure what to expect. What you’re planning to do.” Her nipples hardened, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Or if it will hurt.”

“Oh it will. I guarantee it.”

Instantly she brought her thighs together.

“Don’t test me, Wynter.”

“I…”

“You’ve trusted me so far.”

Her sky-blue eyes were wide, expressive, honest. In their depths, he read her struggle and her overwhelming desire to please him.

Arms folded, with infinite patience, he waited her out.

Hesitantly, as if calling on all of her inner resolve, she crawled back into the position he’d requested.

“Your obedience is beautiful.”

He stroked her clit, delighted to discover her pussy was already damp. He couldn’t ask for anything more in the perfect wife.

For a few moments, until she closed her eyes and relaxed, he played with her, taking care to bring her to the brink of an orgasm. Then he stopped and leaned forward to lick her.

“Lucas!” She thrashed.

Instantly he ceased what he was doing and gave her a light tap.