Page 35 of What Alex Wants…He Gets
Alex raised an eyebrow, utterly skeptical of her casual words. There were a whole lot of missing details from her story and he had a hunch they were all important.
If they were critical knowledge he needed to move forward with her, he would have to paddle her all over again.
Alex shuttered his eyes, barely restraining from reaching up for them to pinch them together. Why did she make him think such things? He’d had his one night. Then a second. Now it was time to go. He could move on to something else.
Except he knew he wouldn’t.
He was often considered too curious for his own good as well.
“My best friend, Zia got involved with a Dominant once. She and I were in school together when I first moved here and under the stress and pressure of cooking school, we bonded. That led to a lot of information sharing when it came to relieving said stress. She’s had a tumultuous journey these last few years.”
He worried over the resentment in her voice. “I take it that didn’t work out too well for her.”
She shook her head. “I’d like to think I’ve learned a lot from that.” Harper took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “So here I am. A fledgling baker/caterer, southern girl transplant and a novice submissive.”
“And don’t forget risk taker,” he said with a smile despite the reservations he still harbored that sounded eerily like an emergency alert warning in his head.
She scoffed. “If you knew me better, you’d know how ridiculous that sounds.”
“Yet, here you are.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmured as she settled back against his chest.
Figuring they’d been through enough chit chat for one night he let the conversation drift off from there. They had time tomorrow to discuss more of their differences and similarities then.
However, she’d brought him back to life with her incessant wiggling and there was one more thing he wanted from her before their night ended.
“On your knees, kitten. I’d like a view of this gorgeous red ass while I fuck you.”
Again he felt that slight stiffen and was about to open his mouth and question her when on a stifled giggle she mumbled a response and then scrambled into position.
“Yes, Sir.”
