Avery was quiet on the car ride back to the hotel. I knew she’d been turned on by at least some of what she saw, but I wanted to hear it from her lips. BDSM had been a part of my life for a really long time, and I wanted it to be part of my future permanent relationship.

It was crazy how connected I felt to her, how right she felt, and how sure I felt that she was the one person on this planet that could complete me.

Would I change my ways if she wasn’t comfortable with it?

“Penny for your thoughts,” she reached across the car to take my hand.

“We’re almost at the hotel. I’ll give you more than that in just a few.”

Her breath hitched at that promise, and I smiled in the darkness of the car as we pulled up outside the hotel.

“Get in position,” I demanded as soon as we walked into our suite.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, walking toward the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Oh,” she exclaimed.

“Take your clothes off where you are, then get in position in the center of the rug.

I moved to the kitchen, added ice cubes to a glass, and poured myself a brandy, bringing it back with me to the living room.

Avery was already naked and had resumed her position on the rug.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

I knelt in front of her, my tongue brushing over her erect nipples.

She moaned.

“God, Avery, what you do to me,” I admitted.

I dipped my fingers into the brandy and rubbed it all over her nipples—both of them, then sucked it off. Releasing her nipples with a loud pop.

Next, I went back to the kitchen to get a towel and put it under Avery’s spread legs.

She whimpered.

I grabbed an ice cube from the glass and rubbed it over her left nipple, keeping it there, then moved to her right.

She arched her back but kept her position.

I laid down on the rug with my face under her pussy. “Wider,” I demanded.

God, she was limber. She spread her legs wide until her pussy was on my mouth.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy and she gasped as I moved it up to her lips. She was dripping into my mouth and tasted of honey and spice.

Her legs were shaking, but I knew she was strong. My fingers spread her labia, and I flipped around, pressing her back. “You can put your hands on the floor behind your back,” I told her, gently pressing her shoulders back.

“Not exactly comfortable, sir.”

“Not supposed to be, baby, I confirmed, spreading her wide with my fingers, running them through her fold until they were covered in her juice, and then I swirled them around her nipples while sucking her soaking cunt.

Her legs were shaking harder now, and she whimpered. “Please, please, sir,”

“Please what?” I demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

She groaned when I nipped at her clit. “Please let me come, and then please, please fuck me.”

I put two fingers into her pussy and turned them until I knew I’d found her G spot. Tap, tap, swipe. She shuddered.

I continued the motion while sucking on her clit, and she came with a scream, begging me to stop, but I didn’t.

She held her position, and I was so proud. Proud enough that I wanted her to come again, and the second time she shattered.

I picked her up into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, put a condom on my thick cock, turned her around and spanked her ass.

“Ow, what was that for?”

I slapped it again, then a third time, a fourth, and a fifth, until she pushed her ass up higher, into my hand, then I slammed into her pussy from behind. Pulling her hips up, making sure my cock was hitting her G spot. She shivered in my arms, and I loved the feeling of my balls hitting her ass.

“Harder,” she cried, panting, “Caden,” she hissed. The sound of my name on her lips was all I needed, and I pushed hard into her pussy as my cum filled the condom.

When I pulled out of her, she dropped onto the bed.

“Fuck, that was amazing, even the spanking,” she admitted.

“Those were just love pats, baby,” I warned her.

She smiled and rubbed her body against mine.

“So I’ve been thinking,” she starts out, pushing up on her elbow to look at me.

“Okay,” I acknowledged, my eyes laser-focused on hers.

“That maybe after this IP case is finished, I’ll look at firms in Colorado.”

“Babe,” I sat up in bed, pulling her with me. “What are you saying?”

“That I want to be with you. I can barely make it a day without having sex with you at least twice, if not three times,” she admits.

She looks away, and I gently tip her face back to mine. “I need your eyes,” I tell her.

She complies.

“I can’t—God,” she pauses, “I don’t even know for sure how you feel.”

I take the cue.

“Avery, I love you. Yes, of course, I want to be with you, but I don’t want you to leave your career for me. We’ll figure it out,” I promise.

“I want to leave it,” but then she starts to shake.

I pull her into my arms and stroke her hair. “Easy babe, you’re okay.”

“I am,” she sighs. “Sorry about the shaking—“

I stop her. “Why would you apologize for that?”

“I’m really not normally an emotional wreck, but today I realized that I’ve been fighting for a partnership in this firm full of men, and half of them I don’t even respect.” She looks up at me, her eyes certain.

“I actually don’t want that for my life. I think maybe I was doing it because I thought it was the right thing to do, but,” and her voice gets soft. “It doesn’t make me happy. You make me happy.”

“Babe,” I breathe into her hair. “You’re sure.”

“Absofuckinglutely!” she exclaims with light dancing in her eyes and the widest smile I’ve ever seen on her gorgeous face.

“I need to see this case through.” She looked at me to gauge my reaction. I nod. “Because I know we can beat it. It’s a weak TM and with all the evidence being handed to us on a silver platter, and case law behind us, we’ll win. I know it. It’s going to feel amazing to overturn this, and even though I’m only working for one specific person, this is going to help reverse the harm caused to many.”

Her eyes are shining now, and for a minute I wonder if she’s really sure she wants to leave something she clearly loves so much.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me, “I can practice anywhere as long as I’m with you.

I put my hand on her chest, and our hearts are literally beating as one. I pull her against my chest and wrap my legs and arms around her, and I never want to move. I never want this moment to end.

I finger her collar, following the dip to the V in her chest, between her luscious breasts.

She moans, and I can feel the vibration against my chest. Then her stomach growls really loud.

In one motion I sweep her off the bed and into my arms.

She squealed. “Put me down!”

“Not going to do it, babe. I’m going to feed you now, I want you naked at the island bar, and you will eat every bite that I give you.”

She giggles as I recreate a scene from just two days ago, but says, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl, I murmur into her beautiful hair, taking a deep breath, memorizing how she smells like lemon and sunshine, knowing that I’ll never take this for granted.

I couldn’t ask for more.