“Tie me up?”

“Aimee…” His woman, his lover, had him exactly where she wanted him. When she was naked on her knees in front of him, he could deny her nothing. When she did that with her tongue to the tip of his bare cock…

She’d been wanting to scene, and so far he’d been heroic enough to resist her. The scar on the side of her head still bothered him, and she’d told him, more than once, to get over himself.

Every day, he relived the nightmare of nearly losing her. “It’s too soon.”

“It’s not.” She gave his balls a squeeze that made him catch his breath. “I want you to bend me over the bed, Sir.”

The image alone was enough to nearly make him come.

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

The rest of her sentence went unfinished. Like you used to.

She gave his shaft a long, loving lick. “Trust me, Trace. I’m okay.”

“Aimee, I’m warning you.”

She looked up at him earnestly. “This isn’t working for me.”

His heart stopped. Those were the words he lived in dread of hearing. They’d spent the last three weeks on the Southern California coast in a beach house provided by their employer. Trace had wanted to take her out of the country, but she wouldn’t leave Eureka behind.

Except for having the bird with them, the first two weeks had been perfect, with long walks on the beach, hitting all the tourist traps, feeding her at all the restaurants. But the last one had been more volatile. As her strength returned and the nightmares stopped, she wanted their sex life to return to what she called normal.

For the last week, they’d argued every day. She accused him of treating her like porcelain. She was right. And so what of it? He was going to keep her safe and protected, even from him.

“I’ve tried it your way.” She sat back on her heels, dropping her hands to her thighs. “I want it to be like it was.”

“I nearly fucking lost you.” He reached for her, willing her to understand his pain.

“Do it! Do it,” she shouted. “Grab my hair.”

He sighed and dropped his hand.

“Except for that, everything’s perfect.”

“So leave it alone, damn it.”

“No! Because without that, it’s not real. We’re not real.” She sat back on her heels. “You kept asking me to trust you when it came to BDSM, to Riley. Now you need to trust yourself. Trust me. Trust me to set the limits, trust me to let you know if I can’t do it, trust me to let you know if it’s too much.”

“You were at the hands of a madman.”

“And I kicked his ass.”

He laughed.

“Well, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. And I’ll kick yours too, if you treat me badly. Don’t you get it? That freak wins if he steals what we had.”

“You’ve been seeing a shrink.”

“It’s not psychobabble. It’s the truth. We stopped him from stealing the technology. We have to stop him from stealing this from us.”

“I’m afraid of hurting you.”

“If you do, I’ll tell you.”

“We’ll do this my way.”

She sighed. “This feels familiar.”

“When we return to Denver, it will be with my ring on your finger.” He dug his hands into her hair.

“Wait—”

“My way, Aimee.”

“My sister’s right. You are a silver-tongued devil. Was that a proposal?”

“No. It was a statement of fact.”

“I’m marrying you?”

He steeled himself as he fought to tamp down his doubts, fears. This wasn’t the way he’d planned to propose. He wanted a ring and flowers, romance, a wonderful dinner, a carriage ride. Instead, he’d panicked, afraid she would refuse him. “Within six months.”

“That night…”

“I said I loved you.” And he’d had no idea how much until he almost lost her. He took her shoulders and drew her up. “You’re the only one. The only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“Oh, Trace.” She stroked his cheek. He’d made her life complete. “I can’t imagine a future without you.”

“Tell me you love me.” He dug his fingers into her hair gently.

“There’s never been anyone else for me.” She surrendered instantly, turning her head into the cradle of his palm. “I love you, Trace.”

“I’m never letting you go. I’m applying for a job at headquarters. I should be home more than I’m gone.”

“I want us to live at my house.”

“Or something bigger, eventually. For now that’s fine.”

“And I want to keep Bella.”

“I thought we discussed that. I’m the Dom.”

“Bella! Bella!”

He glanced over at the two annoying-as-hell parrots. They’d been at the beach a couple of days ago, and there’d been an animal-adoption booth set up as part of a city festival. She’d fallen in love with a parrot that needed a home. The rescue people weren’t sure how Bella would do with another parrot, but Aimee had begged all of them to let her give it a try, and what Aimee wanted, she got. He was putty in her hands, and he was afraid she knew it.

They were closing in on the end of the trial period. Now it seemed he’d end up with two of the flying idiots. It confounded him how two parrots could make five times the noise of one.

“Uhm, theoretically Eureka won’t be as possessive of me if he has a mate.”

“Everything with that loco is theoretical. Idiot that he is, he’ll probably think he’s in a ménage.”

“Isn’t the Spanish word for parrot loro, not loco?”

“Whatever.”

“Tie me up. Fuck me.”

He tightened his grip in her hair, and she closed her eyes on a soft sigh.

“Take me…” She looked up at him and licked her lower lips seductively. “Take me, Sir.”

“Over that chair, sub. Legs spread, your cunt exposed, your hands gripping the chair legs.”

He’d thrown her off balance, he saw. She’d pictured what she wanted, but how badly did she really want what they’d had?

“Yes, Trace,” she whispered.

“You may crawl.”

She blinked. “Yes, Trace.”

His cock hardened even more. She draped herself over the chair as he’d instructed. And now, for both of them, there was one last test. “Point your toes in.” She was experienced enough to realize that would just make her presentation that much more erotic. He left her there for long minutes, enjoying the view. She shifted position slightly a couple of times, but she didn’t protest or try to stand. He gave her every opportunity to call a halt to this, and all she did was sway her hips seductively.

He moved around her deliberately, using soft cuffs to secure her in place.

He dipped a hand between her legs and found her wet for him, wetter than she’d ever been for him.

In the distance, he was aware of the surf. In here, he was aware of the roar of the blood in his ears.

He sheathed his cock with a condom and took her. Hard. Fast. Digging one hand into her hair, supporting her with another, he pounded, pistoning, penetrating deeper and deeper.

“Yes! I want you. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Now.”

She was a demanding little sub, and she was all his.

Without permission, screaming, Aimee came.

Within seconds, way ahead of his planned schedule, he groaned loudly as he ejaculated. Satisfied, he slapped her rear as he pulled out. “You made me come too quickly.” He spanked her flank again, and she stunned him by whispering, “Thank you.”

He released the cuffs and carried her to the bed.

She curled up next to him, in the protection of his arms. Together, they looked out at the ocean, to the future.

Aimee turned back to him. He focused on the tiny scar on her forehead, but this time, he saw it was healing, maybe like they were. They had a future ahead of them. He was determined they would savor every beautiful moment of it.

“Kiss me?” she whispered.

“Querida, that’s only the beginning of what I’m going to do to you.”

She offered her mouth, and he accepted her sweet, forever invitation.

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Torin Carter snarled as he pushed his way through the crowd gathered for the Quarter’s annual Victorian night.

Three weeks ago he’d been assigned a partner he didn’t want. His so-sexy-he-was-going-to combust former student, Mira Araceli.

Despite the fact he didn’t want to be teamed with Mira, Torin believed in rules, and he was inflexible in his adherence to them. If Hawkeye Security—his employer—had decided they were stuck together, they were.

And that meant he had to keep his legendary libido in check. He’d been doing okay until Mira had shed her clothes and exposed her pretty little ass to him two nights prior.

He curled his right hand into a fist when he finally found her.

His partner was strapped over a spanking bench, her long, Victorian-style gown and a stupid number of layers of ruffled lace were tossed over her waist. Not only were her delectable, round butt cheeks completely exposed, but she was being flogged by one of the BDSM club’s Doms. Thank God she had on a very modern thong, otherwise Torin would have had no control of his fraying temper.