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  Inwardly, she grimaced as she gave herself permission to admit it.

  “How do I say this without sounding like a jerk?” Malcolm paused in his flurry, laid his forehead on her cheek then stood up straight. “You’re fantastic and everything I fantasized about in a Domme.”

  “But…” Brenna prodded quietly.

  “You heard there’s a but in there, huh?”

  “Uh huh.” Brenna waited, giving Malcom the time he needed to express himself. Rick, she noticed, was doing the same thing. He’d had his say about what he wanted last night. Her too. She liked the respect his silence was giving his buddy.

  Malcolm gathered his thoughts visibly. “The things you do…the fantasies my head builds around you are more than I ever hoped for and I’m…” His voice drifted off. “Maybe I’m not ready for more than this phenomenal D/s relationship we have. Making love to you, well, that makes us equals. I don’t want to be your equal. I want to be your sub.” Malcolm licked his lips as he stared at her mouth then roused himself visibly. “Rick’s got my number. Let me know when you’re going to the club again.”

  Like he was happier now he had that off his chest, his attitude slipped into casual and comfortable, only she got a sense his was real. On the surface Malcolm was uncomplicated and loveable. There had to be more beneath that but their relationship, as it stood, seemed to satisfy him just fine.

  Maybe, ultimately, it did for her too.

  The mattress shifted subtly and she heard Rick get up and follow Malcolm down the hall. A door opened, the two exchanged a muted goodbye, then the door was shut and locked. Rolling onto her back, she stretched and smiled as Rick, gloriously naked and rumpled, came back into the bedroom.

  He lay down beside her, stroked her hip through the duvet and nuzzled her temple.

  Brenna said, “Malcolm left before we could talk.”

  In the dimness, she saw Rick’s expression become wary.

  “A talk. Oh.” After puffing out his cheeks, he exhaled slowly. “I’m sure I’m not going to like this but go ahead.”

  “What?”

  “Aren’t you going to tell me ‘hey, baby, last night was terrific but stop treating me like a normal woman. I’m your Domme, dammit’,“ he added in what Brenna thought was a pretty good imitation of her voice, “‘so get back on your knees and beg for me.’”

  She blinked. “Um, no.”

  She might have been mistaken but she swore his expression perked up…a lot.

  “What I was going to say was I like Malcolm, a lot. He’s witty, a trained and enthusiastic sub. He’s inventive and challenges me to be more so.”

  “But…” Rick drawled.

  “You heard that but in there, huh?” She held back a wry grin.

  He nodded.

  “But I like Domming him. I like scening with him. Sex with him would be terrific but it would be just that—sex. I…I like you. As a man and as a lover. It’s not fair to me or either of you to hide that anymore. I understand the two of you go way back and you’re a package deal but if we’re going to do this,” she pressed, waving a hand between the two of them. “If we’re going to be lovers…be more. I want you.”

  Rick’s smile lit up his face in a way sunlight never could. “Please tell me you don’t have a racquetball game scheduled. Or anything else for that matter.”

  She felt the corner of her mouth quirk up. “Nope. You?”

  “Nope.” Sliding his arm under the covers, he cupped her breast and smiled. “Malcolm will understand. He’s dated women without including me. He got married and I never so much as high-fived Cheryl. What I want is to see where this new side of our relationship goes.” Still grinning, he kissed each of her eyelids in turn. “How about you and I hang out today? Have some breakfast, maybe get out and do something, take a nap, make love.” His voice trailed off with a sensuality that perked Brenna’s interest. When his fingers moved lower, when they teased the curls on her mound then slipped between her legs, she sighed with pleasure and kicked off the covers.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Rick murmured. He drew her nipple into his mouth and teased her nether lips.

  She caressed his arm, rubbed her palm over his shoulder. Rick’s body was gorgeous in the early sunlight. His skin was taut, warm and the muscles beneath were wonderfully hard. When he drew harder on her breast then laved her with his tongue, she trembled. It wasn’t just what he was doing. It was the easy intimacy she felt between them. They were simply two lovers enjoying the morning without props or role playing.

  Brenna enjoyed those things as much as the next Domme but, sometimes, just being a woman lying with her man was all she wanted.

  She also enjoyed the slow rise of her arousal as Rick licked and teased her body. Wanting to return some of that feeling, she reached between them to run her fingers over his morning wood. Laying his hand on hers, he stopped her.

  “Let me do this for you,” he said and kissed her throat. “Whenever we’ve been together you work your ass off to meet my needs. Physical and mental. My turn to pleasure you is overdue.”

  “But what about your pleasure?”

  The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I don’t think we have to worry about that.” He kissed her shoulder, grazed her with his teeth. “There’s going to be more than enough pleasure to go around this morning.” He shifted and his cock grazed her thigh.

  “So you’d like me to simply lie here in hedonistic anticipation?” she teased.

  “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders.” When his eyes brightened with humor, she laughed then pinched her lower lip between her teeth. Rick was now tracing the mouth of her sheath. His fingers moved in her wetness and the feeling made her legs shift restlessly. One digit then another slid into her, then withdrew only to slide in again. When his other hand moved down her body, when he used two fingers to spread her gently so he could tease her clit with the tip of his tongue, she trembled with need.

  He loved her like that for what felt like forever. His tongue moved slowly, teased until she couldn’t stand it then licked her with long, deliberate strokes. Strong, thick fingers invaded her, retreated, spread her wetness so he could lap it up.

  Finally, when she was shaking, when her skin shimmered with sweat and she could barely keep from twitching and grabbing him, Rick retrieved a condom, sheathed himself quickly then urged her to sit up. “On your knees, Brenna,” he whispered then nipped her ear. “Please, baby. I want to watch my cock sink into you.”

  Oh hell yeah.

  Without a second’s delay, she positioned herself on all fours and rolled her hips in anticipation.

  Rick chuckled softly then ran his fingers over her slit. “I love your enthusiasm.” Bending over her, he kissed her shoulder blades then straightened, fit himself to her crease and pushed.

  The breath left her lungs. In this position he was able to squeeze into her without impediment and, like last night, his girth caught her off guard. It felt good though and Rick took his time filling her. Inch by slow inch, he worked his way into her, stopped to lightly rub her clit, then withdrew, spreading her moisture in his wake. With one hand on her hip, the other between her legs, he fucked her leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world.

  A fine beginning to a Sunday morning.

  Gasping with pleasure, she rocked back into him but not too hard. Rick wanted to orchestrate this lovemaking and she had no problem with that, especially since he was doing such an outstanding job. Her earlier nervousness fled, replaced by a feeling of rightness. She belonged here, with this man in his bed because he wanted her—wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  Pleasure began to spike and roil in her. It squeezed her belly, made her breathe hard and tense up only to tremble and relax as the things he made her feel built in successive waves. He shifted his knees, just a little, and it changed his angle of penetration. Brenna groaned with delight, and this time when she rocked back into him she didn’t hold back. She ached to come.

  Rick didn’t deny
her. Rubbing her clit in tight little circles, he drove into her harder, let his balls slap her, rolled his hips until she gasped and started to shake.

  “Yeah, baby. Come on,” he growled, tightened his hold on her and fucked her fast and deep.

  “Now. Please,” Brenna moaned and tossed her head when ecstasy poured through her, held her taut and hypersensitive. She felt every grind and slide of his cock, tipped her pelvis so his fingers could rub harder. Pulses of release gripped and twisted her insides and Rick grunted each time her body bore down on his. She could feel her pussy squeeze his length, trying to draw him deep and keep him there. Her breasts fell full and heavy and her nipples were so swollen they ached.

  The sounds he made grew louder and the hand on her hip tightened until it hurt. Then he was pounding into her. Short, deep thrusts in time with the throbbing pulse of his cock.

  With a sigh, he slowed, gentled his touch, leaned over her and laid his forehead on her sweaty back. He licked her skin then made a glutted, smacking sound. “You taste good. Brenna a la orgasm.” She chuckled at that. “If I could figure out how to bottle it, I’d be a millionaire. Of course,” he added as he straightened and eased out of her. “I’d never sell any because I’d keep it all to myself.” He bit her ass gently, rubbed the spot then eased her onto her side. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said and disappeared into the bathroom.

  She heard the toilet flush then the sound of running water.

  “So what do you want for breakfast?” he asked when he came back. He smelled like soap and male musk. He felt warm and strong when he slid into bed beside her, wrapped his arms around her and laid her head on his shoulder. Making love to Rick was phenomenal. Unbelievably, cuddling afterward was almost as good. He did it so casually, as if her being here with him was his idea of a perfect morning. He made her feel warm, welcome and loved.

  “You offering to cook?” she asked.

  “I’m offering to order in. Trust me, you don’t want to taste my cooking.”

  “Order in? Breakfast?” She looked up at him. “I thought this was a condominium, not a hotel.”

  “It is.” Reaching over her, he picked up the phone on the night table, punched in three digits and kissed her forehead while he waited for someone to answer.

  “Hi,” he said. “This is Dr. Finley in unit 905. I’d like to order a delivery from the deli. Do you have a Sunday breakfast special?” He listened then nodded. “I’ll take two of those, a liter of fresh orange juice and a liter of milk. How long will that take?”

  After he hung up, he ran his hand over her arm. “We’ve got enough time for a shower. Why don’t you go first and I’ll get the coffee started. Again.”

  “That’s what you promised me last night and look where we wound up,” she teased as she slipped out of his embrace.

  “True,” he said as he caressed her hip. “Guess I’m smarter than I thought I was.”

  “More coffee?” Rick asked and held up the carafe.

  Brenna nodded then turned to the second page of the business section. She smiled at him when he topped up her cup. They were sitting at his dining table. Spring sunlight filled the room and warmed her back. She was wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. While she’d showered, he’d taken the elevator down to the lobby and the shops on the ground level. Her linen dress was being steamed and pressed and he’d grabbed a copy of the morning paper.

  “I could so get used to a guy like you,” she sighed after another satisfying sip of coffee.

  Grinning, he winked at her over the top of the newspaper. “Damn straight.” He flipped to the first page of the sports section. “Leafs lost last night,” he said then cut into the stack of pancakes on his plate. Forking up a bit of sausage, he put the lot in his mouth and chewed absently. “What else is new,” he muttered after he swallowed.

  Brenna cut up the wedge of fresh melon on her plate. “Dollar’s down which means I’ll get more on the exchange when I start selling my products in the States next month.”

  “You’re expanding?” he asked and lowered the edge of the paper so he could see her.

  “Four months earlier than forecast.” She felt her chin go up. “All that market research I did before I launched Oh My Darling is paying off.”

  “Huh.” Grinning, he held up his cup to her. “My girlfriend’s a tycoon.”

  Brenna blinked. “Am I your girlfriend?” She didn’t like the neediness in her voice but part of her needed to hear the words out loud. Rick was definitely the kind of man she could fall for. If he didn’t feel the same way about her, as much as she’d hate it, a strategic retreat now would prevent her from getting hurt down the road.

  His brow furrowed as if her question puzzled him. “Yes. Absolutely. You’re still my Domme and I love that about you, but we can’t walk around in leather and chains all the time. Actually,” his eyes skated away from hers, “I’m kind of paranoid about anybody finding out I’m a sub.” His eyes returned to hers. “We’ve got real lives and I’d like a chance to make you part of mine. I assumed you wanted the same thing. I should have been more specific when he talked about this earlier.” He set down his cup. “Was I wrong?”

  “No,” she answered quickly and felt her shoulders relax. She touched his hand then added a few more strawberries to his plate. “You’re not wrong.”

  “Riverdale Zoo’s not far from here,” Rick said. “We could walk or take the streetcar.” He watched her walk down the hallway from his bedroom. Bare and shoeless, her legs looked more gorgeous than ever. The cleaner downstairs had delivered her dress and she sat on the footstool in front of him. Without saying anything, she turned so her back was to him and gathered up her long dark hair. The invitation told him how comfortable she was with him, and how much she trusted the communication between them. Grinning, he kissed her spine before he zipped her up. Rick had always wanted a woman like her—smart, sexy and independent. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to play the hero now and then, even if it was just helping her dress.

  They’d finished eating maybe fifteen minutes ago. The table was cleared and the dishwasher was running. They’d only made it halfway through the paper though and when she sat down on the sofa near him he turned, stretched out on his back, put his head on her lap, his feet up on the arm and opened the entertainment section.

  “I went there a couple of times as a kid,” she said.

  He liked the feel of her fingers combing his hair.

  “We went on school trips,” she added then folded her section of the paper so she could read it one-handed. “I enjoyed it.”

  Rick continued to scan the notices. “There’s an art showing down at Harbourfront. Or we could go to Ontario Place for lunch. It says here the mini-putt’s open for the season.”

  “Aren’t all doctors supposed to play golf? You know, the full-sized version?”

  “Only the really old ones who had schedules light enough to fit in a free afternoon every week.”

  “Poor overworked baby,” she teased. She took hold of his hand and kissed his fingers before letting go.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he groused without any real venom and returned to scanning the paper. It felt weird being so unguarded around someone he barely knew. In the past, whenever he met a woman, he took things deliberately slow. His life was too busy to add a high-maintenance relationship to the mix so he let women into his life gradually. That way he had time to judge their character and they had time to judge his before they got serious.

  It had always worked well in the past but with Brenna he just wanted to spend time with her. Being with her relaxed him yet he was totally aware of her. The firm length of her thigh under his head, the warmth of her abdomen next to his ear, the cadence of her breathing and the scent of her skin filled him with contentment colored with desire.

  She was sweet and delicious and he only wanted to keep her close. Taking hold of her hand, he kissed it like she’d kissed his, then laid it on his chest. He exhaled happily when she kept it there and stroke
d him gently.

  “So the zoo then?” Rick asked as he reached into his front closet. Bringing out her light woolen coat, he held it up for her to slip her arms into. It was now pushing eleven a.m. They’d taken their time going through the paper and had finished off a full carafe of coffee between them.

  “I’d like that.”

  “You know what I’d like?” He stepped in front of her and took hold of her waist.

  “Hmm. Let me guess.” Brenna tapped a fingernail against her lower lip. “To discover a cure for the common cold, not have to file taxes and a free afternoon to play golf now and then.”

  Grinning, he kissed her and tightened his hold until her body nuzzled his. “Okay. You got me. Only I wouldn’t spend my afternoon playing golf.” He kissed her again, trailed his lips across her cheek, nuzzled her ear.

  “Hmm, that feels good. So what would you do, Dr. Finley?”

  “I’d spend my afternoon with you.”

  “Can’t get enough spanking, hmm?”

  “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But most of the time, I think I’d just like to be with you.”

  Leaning back, she touched his face. Emotion lit her eyes. He hoped it was dawning love, even though that was nuts and way too early. Maybe seriously in like was the most he should hope for.

  Her breath washed his chin when she said, “That’s perhaps the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  “It’s true. And best of all here we are, about to spend a whole day together.” Reaching out, he undid the deadbolt and eased his door open.

  “Sounds like a plan.” She drew his mouth back to hers and kissed him, let her tongue swirl around his.

  “A good plan,” Rick whispered against her lips. He stroked her back then her hips. He pulled them forward so they cradled his groin.

  “A great plan.” She mumbled as if she wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. Her chest rose and fell against his and she touched his throat, the exposed skin above the V-neck of his cashmere sweater.