Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
His face, I’d never forget the look of ecstasy.
Many of my subs had gotten there beneath my hand and whip, but none had done it so beautifully. Even now, he took my breath away. His lips were puffy where he’d sucked and bitten on them during the scene, and those damned gorgeous eyelashes rested peacefully against his cheeks. They were long enough to be angel wings.
He’s straight.
I tried to quiet the voice inside my head, to let myself have a few minutes of pure satisfaction, but it was a struggle. I wanted him in a way I couldn’t remember ever wanting another. While I was thankful to have brought him a taste of euphoria, I wanted something for myself.
I wanted Baker.
I wanted to be inside him…to hear him scream my name when another orgasm ripped through him.
“I guess I understand what you’ve been trying to explain to me,” Landon said.
At some point, he’d moved to stand beside me and I growled out loud at him. I trusted Landon with my life, but still didn’t want him near Baker, not when he was as vulnerable as he was following his trip into subspace. When Baker had collapsed, Landon had raced across the room and tried to help me, but I stopped him dead in his tracks with one glare. I should have forced him to leave the room right then, but my focus had been solely on Baker.
“Out,” I hissed and put my body between him and Baker’s sleeping form. “Now.”
He stepped back, a startled expression on his face. “Uh…yeah, I’ll wait for you two in the living room.” Another step back. “Take your time.” Another step. “He was beautiful, yes?”
“Yes,” I answered quietly, damning myself to an assignment which would be pure hell for me and my libido.
I waited until I heard the door close and then returned my attention to Baker. He was slowly starting to join the land of the living again. Those long lashes fluttered weakly and then I was gifted another look into the brightest blue eyes in the world. I remained quiet and watched him slowly realize where he was…what had happened. When I knew he was ready, I grabbed the bottle of water resting on the table next to me, sat down next to him, gently lifted him up, and put it against his lips. He sipped slowly while I continued to hold him. After a few minutes, I felt the muscles in his body start to stiffen as he became more and more alert.
Not wanting him to be uncomfortable, I eased him back down onto the pillows and shifted away, giving him the distance I was certain he wanted. I noticed how my hands trembled as I sat the water bottle back onto the table. It felt too much like a weakness and I tried to push it away.
“Uh…wow.” Baker finally whispered. “So, that’s subspace, huh?”
I smiled at the look of wonder on his face. His voice was still slurred a bit, but his eyes were alert and wild with excitement. “That’s subspace. Did you enjoy it?”
He cleared his throat. “Very much.” He looked up at me and added, “Sir.”
I stepped away, his scent was driving me insane. My cock, hard and aching to be touched, threatened to tear through the strength of the leather trying to hold it back. I turned away and, following his lead, cleared my throat. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Agent Daley.” I looked over my shoulder at him and he had an odd expression on his face. “I went easy on you, only using the crop and not…touching you. Will you be able to handle more, Agent? The members of the club, and the men we’re trying to catch, will require more.”
I fought an internal battle that would allow my voice to sound steady when I spoke again. Finally, I asked, “Are you in or out, Agent Daley?”
His voice sounded crisp and cold when he answered, “I was always in, Agent Wilkinson. You were the one struggling with whether you could handle me or not.”
“Well, I handled you just fine.” My own response pissed me off, but I couldn’t seem to stop antagonizing him. “I’ll let Landon know.” Why was I allowing him to knock me off my own game? I knew better than to walk away, he deserved better after the gift he’d just given me. It didn’t matter, though. I felt…exposed. Vulnerable. I’d never felt those emotions before and they left a bad taste in my heart.
Quickly, before I revealed too much to him, I crossed the floor. I was intent on escape. I’d never run from anything in my entire life, but I was running from Baker. “Don’t leave that bed for another fifteen minutes, boy. Rest and then meet me and Landon in the living room. If you need more time, there’s a buzzer on the nightstand next to you. Push it and I’ll be in here within seconds.” It wasn’t much but it was the best I could do.