“Judge Talbot,” Angie teased with practiced charm. “You old devil. Mrs. Talbot is a lucky woman.”

The short, silver-haired man let loose with a booming laugh. “Well,” he quipped, “she certainly doesn’t complain much. You know what they say. Happy wife, happy life.”

A scream of laughter almost shot from her mouth. Parker’s dad had said those very same words to his son last week when they had dinner with the Sullivans.

Listening politely as the older man went on and on about the trip to New Zealand he gave his wife for their last anniversary, Angie consciously shut down the noisy distractions lurking in her thoughts. She was in public and on display so everything she did and said would reflect directly onto Parker. Hugely aware of her role in his professional life, she’d taken what she learned during her years representing the family winery and through the wisdom gleaned from a lifetime as a Valleja-Marquez, and put it on full display.

Tonight’s cocktail party get-together was another in a never-ending calendar of business events she and Parker attended. They had a set routine. Arrival and general schmooze, after which they’d separate and work the room from opposite directions.

It was a smart plan that gave them maximum coverage while scoring tons of approval points. People liked them as a couple and individually, so why not use that to their advantage?

Sipping her wine, she followed the judge’s story, nodding politely and laughing in all the appropriate spots. He was a pleasant old coot—half cowboy and half grandpa with a hearty helping of stern litigator thrown in. Plus, he told a damn good story.

A sudden chill skated across her bare shoulders. She lifted her hand and briefly touched her neck. The rawness of the sensation drew a mental shiver out of her. Ten seconds later, an inferno of heat threatened to fry her skin. She fought the urge to close her eyes and let the carnality sweep her away.

She didn’t need to turn around to know what was happening. Parker. He was doing that thing he did. That thing she was helpless to resist.

Somewhere in the crowd of people, he was watching. Undressing her with his eyes. She ran a trembling hand from her waist down and across her hip. She’d worn a halter-style cocktail dress and piled her long brown hair into a mass of casual curls held up with a sparkly clip. The look was classy and sexy at the same time.

Disconcerted by Parker’s wicked attention, she doubled down to keep it together while the judge started bringing his rambling story in for a landing.

“Parker hasn’t shown any interest so far, but the door isn’t shut completely.”

Oh, crud. She’d missed what he was saying, and her sense was that whatever he said was important. Scrambling to pick up the thread, Angie focused on the older man and gave him a shrugging smile.

“I know if he just gives it some careful thought, he’ll arrive at the same conclusion many already have. My dear,” he said in a voice tight with urge. “He’d be an excellent representative. That boy knows his stuff and his time with the Department of Justice would make him a shoo-in.”

Searching for the right thing to say, the judge thankfully gave her an out with his next comment.

“Of course, as my wife pointed out, you two are likely busy at present. New house and a wedding on the horizon.” His full, approving smile made her chuckle.

“Yes!” she happily crowed. “All moved in and counting down to the big day.”

A concentrated blast of heat hit her in the gut. Damn him, she thought. He’d blown past undressing her and gone straight to the sort of salacious musings that assured her eventual meltdown.

Kinky bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing. Glancing to the right and slightly behind her shoulder, she made eye contact and slightly jerked when the fire blazing in his eyes triggered the immediate attention of her inner wanton.

Sultry warmth flared inside her, sending a surge of wet straight to her panties.

He snarled briefly. The lip curl and flash of teeth had an animalistic vibe to it. She knew exactly what he was thinking and what he planned to do with those teeth when he got her alone.

“Ms. Marquez,” a shrill voice called out. One of the night’s hostesses grasped her elbow. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Judge, but Mercy Alter is twisting my arm about getting Angelina’s assistance with the holiday fundraiser. Do you mind if I steal her away?”

The judge boomed with humor. “By all means, Audrey, have at it! Especially if it means having a real professional take the reins instead of expecting us to write a bigger check.”

Angie giggled and gave the good judge a little elbow. “Oh, shush. You know darn well the fundraiser is your weak spot. Hey,” she trilled. “Want to be the master of ceremonies? You’d be great,” she teased.

“Hell to the no.” He chortled. “I’m doing Santa duties this year. Already working on my ‘Ho-ho-ho,’” he boomed.

She reached out and gave his arm a little squeeze. “We’ll catch up soon, Judge. Parker wants you to bring Mrs. Talbot by the house. Some man-speak about checking out his new toy.”

“Oh?”

“My dad just gave him an original, poseable Jawa action figure. Very rare. Found it in a stack of junk at an estate sale.”

“New, in the box?”

The snicker came naturally. What was it about boys of all ages and their silly toys? “Sadly, no. But the box it came in was included.”

The judge laughed. “Oh, so when you say toy, you really mean toy. He’s playing with it, then?”

Audrey drily chimed in. “Have you see Judge’s Darth Vader gavel?”

It was time to move on. More schmoozing to do but she winked and ended her encounter with the influential judge on a snarky comment she knew would get a laugh.

“Play with it? You’re joking, right? Why this morning the Jawa was holding my cereal spoon.”

Audrey snicker-laughed. The judge chuckled.

“That really happened,” she added with an eye roll.

As Audrey led her away, she got rid of her wine glass and took a deep breath before the next conversation started only to have an X-rated image explode in her mind.

He wanted to take her. Now. Here. Surrounded by all these people. She didn’t have to wonder if her wicked lawyer lover had a hidey-hole already picked out where he could do gloriously unspeakable things to her. It wouldn’t be the first time.

How she got through a casual conversation that turned into a planning session without losing her mind was a miracle. At one point, Parker sidled up behind her and greeted the ladies-who-lunch. He made eye contact with each one and managed to say something charming—while his hand did a slow but thorough exploration of her ass. Thank god she was standing in a corner with nobody behind her.

“When you have a minute, darling—I’d like to introduce you to someone.”

Would it be unseemly to ditch the fundraising committee and jump on Parker? She didn’t have to wonder after Audrey gave her a little shove and said, “Enjoy it while you can, my dear.”

Part of her felt the comment was an asshole thing to say, but she plastered a serene smile on her face and nodded to the ladies. “I’ll be in touch,” she assured them and then forgot whatever they were talking about. Nothing mattered except Parker.

He took her hand and led her from the room. He couldn’t be bothered with furtiveness. They walked down a long hallway and turned a corner. Fifteen steps later, his hand swept out before her and opened a door. With his hand guiding her along, she felt a rush of skin-prickling arousal surge into her center.

He ushered them into what appeared to be a lounge of some sort. With a flick of his fingers, the door locked and he wasted no time.

“Take your panties off.”

Yes!

She immediately reached beneath the slinky dress to peel off the scrap of black masquerading as underwear.

He watched her with a lecherous expression. “So I’m wondering, Angel. How exactly do you remove this dress?”

“Do you want me to strip?”

“No. I want you to tell me how this getup works.”

“Oh, well, um ...” She turned slightly and pointed. “There’s a zipper on the side and a jeweled button clasp on the halter.”

“Turn around,” he told her with a twirl of his fingers.

She turned and then waited. After a minute, one of his fingers drifted along the exposed skin of her back. He moved to stand in front of her and removed all his clothes very slowly. She was ready to come just from watching. The feeling got a hundred times worse when his big hand stroked his even bigger cock.

Angie realized she was staring and repeatedly licking her lips when he chuckled. The sound was deep, sexy, and tinged with lust.

He circled around her, inhaling her scent and occasionally growling. Her pussy throbbed with need.

She was shaking when his fingers worked the halter’s button. Once undone, the top of the dress fell forward and her breasts bobbed freely. When he started on the zipper, a molten shot of liquid arousal gathered between her legs.

Parker’s big, warm hands pushing the dress off her hips made her moan. She loved his touch and responded with ease.

He walked the dress to the same chair where he’d draped his suit. “Don’t want anyone to think we were fucking,” he drawled with insincerity.

Holding his hand out, he said, “Come here, my naughty Angel. I need you to do something.”

It was funny to her how quickly she jumped into action. Parker needed something? She was all over that shit in a heartbeat.

Sitting on a sofa, he pulled her onto his lap and had her straddle him. She slid off her shoes because they were a distraction.

When she was situated, he fondled her tits and drove her insane with his mouth. He knew how hard to bite and ferociously ravaged each breast. Writhing, she undulated her hips and felt her pussy releasing a flood of wet that she left in a trail on his naked flesh.

The more he destroyed her tits, the more savage his demands became. She reached between them and massaged his swollen cock.

“Did you stop taking the pill?” he growled.

Who?

She ground her pussy against him.

“Angel,” he grunted. “The pill? Did you stop?”

She shut her eyes to clear her thoughts. The pill. Oh, right. “We’re officially flying without a net.”

He looked enormously pleased. Her body responded to the need in his expression.

Lifting, she rubbed on his hard shaft. As her juices coated him, he bit her neck and growled.

Desperate now, she positioned him correctly and sank slowly, taking him deep into her body. His hands settled on her waist. At first, he held her down and groaned. Nothing felt better than that initial plunge as her body stretched to accommodate his considerable size and girth.

He lifted her slightly and brought her down, causing her to whimper. His look of satisfaction and pleasure made a rush of wet heat surround his cock.

“Angelina Marquez. Love of my life. I’m going to fuck a baby inside you. Got anything to say?”

A sly smile worked at her mouth. “Yeah, Counselor. Make it count.”

“My pleasure.” He grunted a second before thrusting into her as he kept a firm hold on her waist and hips.

“Ohhh,” she groaned as her body accommodated his size. She moved and undulated while he held her in place. It required a mighty effort to keep the desperate wanton that Parker coaxed from her in check. This wasn’t the right place for the filthy images popping into her mind.

He sat forward and claimed her mouth. A deep, needy moan passed from her to him. Clutching his neck, she ground against him in mounting desperation. If only he’d let her move.

Parker’s hard grip on her thighs made her quiver. He knew how to push her to the edge and keep her dangling. He broke the kiss and bit her neck. She flinched and then melted down.

They were both trembling. His harsh breaths were music to her ears. She squeezed his hard length with her muscles and grunted softly.

Finally, finally, he released her hips. His surrender was powerfully erotic, and she took full advantage. Taking his hands, she put them on her tits, held her arms out like a ballerina, and rode him with deep, swirling strokes.

His head dropped to the back of the sofa, and he growled, “Oh, god.” She licked her lips when his neck was exposed. Going for the spot where the thick column sloped into his shoulder, she put her mouth at just the right angle and devoured his flesh.

Undone by the spine-tingling pleasure, Angie absorbed the sounds their bodies made. He liked when she took what she needed from his body. His beautiful yielding to her desires triggered a rush of sensations that pushed her quickly to the edge.

“Look at me, Angel,” he demanded. His hands framed her face, and she clung to his wrists and stared into his eyes.

He never moved beneath her except to shift his body for her pleasure. She was lost. This kind of rapture, so unplanned and spontaneous, blew her mind.

Parker grunted through a series of loud thrusts. Her hips were gyrating like crazy, and if she gripped his wrists any harder, she’d crush them.

“Are you ready to make a baby, my sweet love?”

His words fell on her like a shower of sexy sparkles that tingled where they hit her skin. She used his firm grip on her face as an anchor and fucked them to the finish line. At the moment she went over the edge of a very high cliff, a cry of completion ripped from her mouth. He pulled her face into his shoulder, wrapped her tight with his big arms and joined her. His body jerked as she ground against him and squeezed with all her might as he came in a pulsing rush. His guttural grunts made Angie’s toes curl.

It took some time to come down. She’d lost the ability to move and could only collapse in his arms. A harsh, unforgiving whimper was all she was capable of when he gently eased her off his softening shaft.

He sat her next to him and touched her face. She met his eyes and smiled. “You have to dress me,” she whispered.

A slightly smug and very satisfied smirk met this request.

* * *

He was well pleased with his wicked partner. She not only met his ferocious sexual appetite, but she also gloried in it. Angie’s desire to please him led to a lusty passion overload that would never get old. In this one thing, she was the perfect sub. Her willingness called to the natural dominant inside him. When all was said and done, this was what she needed from him.

It was time to step up once and for all and embrace the truth that bound them together. Angelina Marquez was his. She was the mistress of all of him—body, heart, and soul. There was no turning back and no denying what he’d always known, what they’d always felt.

He gently caressed her face. Slightly dazed eyes met his gaze, and she smiled. He smirked when she demanded that he dress her.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay, you devil.” Her light laughter caused him to snicker with male pride.

“Aw, come on,” he teased. “I thought you’d like a filthy fuck in a totally inappropriate place. Start the baby making in a memorable and raunchy way.”

She slapped his arm. “Fuck you.”

He caught her chin with his hand and kissed her hard. “Actually, Angel. I believe you just did.”

A pout spread across her face. He smiled inwardly as the reality of their fuckery began to hit her.

“Is my hair okay?” She reached up and felt around. “It is, right?”

He chuckled. She slapped his arm again. “Parker! I’m serious. Half of all the lawyers in Arizona are in that reception room. You promised!”

“You look beautiful, so hush.” He lightly stroked a red bite mark on her throat. “This is unfortunate, but hopefully, the top of your very sexy dress will cover it.”

She growled and gave him an annoyed frown.

“Okay, then,” he said with a laugh. Standing up, he slapped his stomach and shot his never satisfied dick a harsh glance. “We’ll finish this at home.”

“Finish?” she asked.

He tossed a live round into her lap and waited to see what she did. Her response would tell him if his instincts were right. He sure hoped they were.

“I’m saving your ass for our honeymoon. Something especially wicked for my bride.” She blushed beet red, which caused him to snicker. “I know what’s going on in that head of yours.”

She lived up to her naughty angel tag when her shoulders lifted and she sat up straight. His heart thundered in his chest when she met his lecherous stare.

“Is that so?” she simpered. A coy and very hot look lit up her face.

He rose to the challenge and answered with one of his own. “It’s time to test your boundaries, Angel.”

Her hard swallow was like lust jet fuel.

“Isn’t that what we just did?”

Parker gave her a lazy shrug. Dressing with haste, he watched her as a bevy of emotions danced across her expressive face.

He held up her dress and stooped to help her step into it. The little shimmy she did when he pulled it over her hips finished the job of re-igniting another erection. Spinning her around, he took his sweet time pulling the zipper up. She’d already yanked the halter into place, so all he had to do was fasten the jeweled button.

Her back looked sexy—hell, her ears were sexy. Parker held her by the shoulders and pressed soft kisses on her exposed skin.

When she turned around to face him, there was a warm, rosy hue to her cheeks. He dangled her panties and innocently asked, “Want these?”

The rosy hue darkened, and she nodded. It was no hardship to kneel and help her slip the useless lingerie on. He stroked his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs as she lifted one foot at a time. The delicious scent of a freshly fucked female hit his senses like a wrecking ball.

She slid her shoes on as he stood and then turned her attention on him. Adjusting his tie and collar, she smoothed her hand down his chest, and for no good reason, she tugged on his belt. Finally, she stepped back and studied his face. With a huff of displeasure, she reached for his hair and pushed everything around until satisfied.

He picked up her purse and handed it off. She was biting her bottom lip and had a strange look on her face.

“Can we, uh, hurry this up? I’m not in the mood for cocktails and mind-numbing talk.”

He arched his brows. Not because she wanted to bolt from the social event but because her words revealed her desires.

“By hurry this up, do you mean drive us home and unlock the playroom?”

She gasped. Her eyes swung to his. The weeks of his refusal to discuss the room had worried her. He saw it in her expression.

It was obvious she was running on pure excitement when she grabbed his lapels. “Please don’t tease.”

“It’s time,” he told her matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t sure we should open this particular Pandora’s box of pleasures.” He admitted with absolute sincerity, “You deserve a proper Dom, Angel, and I must be sure I am up for the responsibility.”

She whispered, “Oh my god.”

“I know what drives your passions, little one. Have always known. If this is what you want, I’m willing to take the chance.”

In a move that shocked him to his core, she dropped to her knees and lowered her head.

“Talk to me, Angie,” he murmured gently.

When she raised her eyes and looked at him, a wave of love stronger than a tsunami hit him full force.

“You’d do this? For me?”

He shuddered. “Yes, my love. For you? Anything. But I don’t want to fuck this up. We’re talking more than kinky sexy times. You’re already a handful,” he told her with loving emphasis. “What you’re asking for will be a challenge. You understand that, right?”

She didn’t bother to play word games. “I want what Meghan and Alex have. I see them together and know that look in her eyes.” A slight tremor shook her torso. “Nothing’s ever meant more to me than making you happy, Parker. We’re close,” she muttered, “but I need more.”

He smiled at her open, hopeful expression. “I know, Angel.” With a resigned but satisfied sigh, he lifted her chin and issued his first demands as her Dom.

He didn’t ask. There was no need. She’d do whatever it took to please him.

“I want you,” he told her in a husky voice. “In the playroom. Waiting for me. When we get home, you’re to refresh yourself, put on a pair of pretty panties, and go to the room. You know what to do?” he asked.

Her eyes blazed with confidence. “Yes, Parker.”

There wasn’t anything else to say. She rose, and they readied to step into a social event in full swing. Their dirty interlude was over.

As he guided her from the room, he helped himself to a generous helping of her ass and said, “I’ll bring the collar.”

She actually stumbled from his comment. He caught her by the elbow and walked confidently down the hallway.

“Parker,” she muttered with urgency before they turned the corner and rejoined the others.

He looked at her.

Angie touched his face. “I adore you.”

He took her hand and kissed it. “I promise to take this seriously. Your trust means everything, baby.”

He could feel her vibrating with happiness and smiled to himself.

Please don’t let me fuck this up, he thought.

* * *

Curled on her side in their big bed, Angie quaked in the aftermath of their first foray into the world of dominance and submission. She could only wrap her mind around certain parts of the experience they’d just shared because, for real, Parker had swamped her feelings and taken her to a place she wasn’t sure existed.

He propped his big body up on the headboard and settled next to her. Occasionally petting her hair and readjusting the blanket she held close to her chin, he growled his love and praised her first attempt at submission as she listened through a fog of satiety.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he murmured.

She kept a firm grip on her thoughts. He’d told her going in that communication was the bedrock of a D/s relationship. He couldn’t guess what she was feeling—she’d have to tell him.

A fleeting moment of uncertainty rippled through her emotions. She felt uncharacteristically shy and had a hard time looking at him. In a way, she was a little embarrassed by her behavior in the playroom.

Try as she could, Angie wasn’t able to find a single moment of hesitation. Eager as a puppy to please and experience everything he threw at her, she’d given herself to the submissive role with glee.

And then he rocked her world, and things would never be the same. Why? Because Parker Sullivan came at the task locked, loaded, and well prepared.

But he wasn’t asking for a sexual critique. He wanted to know what she was feeling. “I’m surprised,” she admitted.

“Not what you expected?”

Ugh. She didn’t want a bunch of nonsensical rubbish to come out of her mouth, so she chewed on her tongue and wrestled with the words in her head until only a few remained.

Finding it hard to look at him, she extended her hand between them. He took it and gave a reassuring squeeze.

“If we’d just met and I felt this way, then maybe it’d be an aberration. An unfulfilled curiosity. I’m surprised by how natural and weirdly familiar it all seems.”

He leaned over and lifted her hand, kissing the knuckles with sweet tenderness.

“When you were a child and your true nature became abundantly clear, your parents were at their wit’s end. Sophie is pigheaded. Alex too. But you, little Angel, you were something else entirely. Never listened to anyone—thought you knew it all.”

She smiled and rubbed her face on the bed. He was too right.

“The funny thing was, though, when I was around? You were still a handful, but I could get you in line pretty easily. One Thanksgiving, you were on a fucking tear at Sophie because she’d hidden one of your dolls. Your sister did everything she could to jack you up and make it worse. Eventually, it just got out of hand. I was a high schooler that year with my head firmly in a teenage swamp, but I can still remember our dads coming to me and asking—no begging—me to subdue your ornery ass before one of our mothers went off.”

None of this surprised her.

“Annoyed that you were being a shit, I got mad and stomped into your bedroom ready to rip heads off. Sophie took one look at me and ran for the hills. Do you know what you did?”

Fascinated, she finally tilted her head so she could see his face. His expression was amused and loving. “The second I raised my voice, you folded like a cheap suit. Did you care that your parents were pissing and moaning about you and Sophie behaving badly? Not at all. What mattered to you then, my sweet baby girl, is the same thing that matters to you now.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad.”

He stroked her cheek and lifted her chin a bit more. “Don’t you see, Angie? It was more than that. No, you didn’t want me to be angry, but what made you happiest was when I was pleased. You’d do anything for me—even be nice to Sophia when what you really wanted to do was scratch her eyes out.”

“Oh.”

“So,” he gently drawled, “still surprised?”

“Are you saying it’s always been there?”

“I am,” he replied confidently. “And,” he admitted bitingly, “at times, I used those feelings for my own selfish reasons.”

“You mean like when you tied me to your bed when I was barely out of my teens and did wicked, wicked things to me?”

He grimaced slightly. “I was out of line. That shit should have come later.”

“We didn’t get a later,” she quietly reminded him.

“That doesn’t change the fact that, at the time, I took advantage.”

“I liked it. You know that.”

“You were too young, and I got what I deserved.”

She didn’t want to dwell on the past. What he’d reminded her of about the way their relationship had always gone gave her a sense of calm assurance she didn’t realize had been lacking. So she picked a different feeling to share.

A question sprang to life in her mind. “How long have you had the gold collar?”

“A while.”

Processing what that meant, she murmured, “I love it. Thank you.”

“Nobody sees the collar but me. Understand?”

“But,” she started to protest.

“That wasn’t a request, Angel. Don’t make me say it again.”

Aw, shit. That totally sucked. She pouted and took back her hand, forcing a sliver of space between them. He laughed and swatted her butt.

“I know you so fucking well, Angelina.” His sexy growl did dangerous things to her insides.

Vaulting over her, he landed on his feet next to the bed and swaggered into the adjoining dressing room and closet. Curious as to what he was up to, she sat up, scooted against the headboard, and drew the covers over her breasts.

When he swaggered back into the room, she had a hard time ignoring the hefty sway of his manly cock. She loved watching him walk when he was naked.

He stopped next to her, threw an edge of the covers back, and grabbed her ankle. Caught off guard, she howled her surprise and squirmed in his unrelenting grasp. “Hold still,” he demanded.

“You made my life a living hell, Angel.”

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened on an unspoken What?

“All that bullshit about wearing my ring. Made me beg. In public!”

She squirmed in earnest, remembering what a complete bitch she’d been.

“But then, what do you do when you find out your pretty new sub collar is off-limits outside the playroom? You pout like a baby.”

There was no defense. He was right. “But I like it, Parker. I like what it means.”

His expression of sexy triumph made her look at him twice. “Again, Angel. Why the surprise? Think about it. You admitted to feeling trapped into wearing a ring but a symbol of my dominance and your loving submission? That you liked.”

She saw what he was saying and shuddered head to toe.

He took her foot and placed it in the middle of his stomach. “Hold that here.” From a pouch scrunched up in his hand, he withdrew a delicate gold anklet that was an exact replica, in miniature, of her collar right down to the tiny locking heart.

“As I was saying, baby girl, I know you well.” He wrapped the sexy jewelry around her ankle and snapped the locking heart shut with a decisive click. “There.” He lifted her foot and kissed it. “Feel better now?”

Two seconds later, she was on him, clutching his neck and shoulders, kissing his face and wrapping her legs strongly around his waist.

“Can I wear it all the time?” she asked breathlessly between frantic nips, licks, and kisses.

“I have the key,” he announced with lawyer cockiness. “There’s a price to be paid if you want me to unlock it.”

It’d be a cold day in hell before … oh, wait. “So let’s say for example when I go for a pedicure. If I pay the price, you’ll remove it?”

“Something like that.” He chuckled.

“And then you’ll put it back on?”

He gave her a mocking leer. “You’ll have to convince me.”

Well, hot fucking damn! This would work out great. It was like scheduling wickedness. Need a polish change or a spa pedicure? Better be sure to clear her schedule and pencil in some extra kinky fuckery.

Laughing merrily, she threw back her head. “Can we start now?”

His amused snicker skittered across her nerves. “You want more? Really?”

She leaned close and clutched his shoulders. Sucking on his earlobe, she ended with a sharp bite. “What can I say?” she drawled. “You give good jewelry.”

He somehow managed to swat her butt again, and the next thing she knew, he’d pulled her from his waist and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Striding with confidence, he marched them from the bedroom straight to the playroom and dropped her to her knees on the floor.

“Ass up, baby girl. If it’s jewelry you respond to, then I want your tight little ass plugged with something pretty.”

He left her and went to the drawer where he picked through the amassed assortment of butt plugs.

“Blue to match my Angel’s pretty eyes,” he said as he showed her the small device.

She wiggled her ass and giggled.

He threw back his head and had a great laugh.

After swatting her butt, he bit one fleshy globe. “Yeah, babe. I think you can cross a line through surprise.”

And so began the saga of Parker Sullivan, beast Dominant, and his willing submissive, Angelina Marquez. To have this issue settled before they became husband and wife overjoyed her.

As she felt a cold dribble of lubricant hit her butt followed by his manly fingers teasing her flesh, she closed her eyes and sighed. It was all coming together perfectly. She belonged to him, body and soul. He denied her nothing. The future looked perfect.