Hard Love (Hacker 5)

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” I pretended to be serious, but he was doing so well for the both of us.

“I think you know I can’t do that.” His tone was deceivingly calm, the words unmistakably clear.

“You can’t or you won’t,” I challenged.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Both. I’m pretty sure we’ve established that restraints are a hard limit for me.”

I rolled to my side and slid my hand under his shirt, appreciating the toned ridges that led to a slight bulge in his jeans. “Being dominated isn’t so bad, Blake. It could be fun, in small doses.”

“All my instincts scream ‘no’ when you say things like that. Sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

I smiled, clucking my tongue teasingly. “Whatever are we going to do with you, Blake?”

He pursed his lips and hoisted me on top of him possessively. “I could think of a few things.”

I warmed under his heated gaze. “Me too. Now it’s just a matter of convincing you.” I peppered tiny kisses along his jaw, tugging his earlobe into my mouth with a soft bite. He groaned, lifting his hips so his growing erection connected with my clit just so. I was still bare and extremely sensitive. If he wasn’t careful, he’d need a new pair of jeans.

Heat bloomed across my skin, and memories of last night slowly seduced me. Maybe convincing him he didn’t need to hold back wouldn’t be so difficult. We were already seconds from tearing each other’s clothes off.

Except the last time I’d gotten bold in the bedroom, Blake had undeniably been rattled. Then again, he hadn’t expected me to tie him up in the middle of night.

“I blindsided you last time. Give me another chance.”

He dismissed me with a short laugh, which only made me want to make my case stronger.

“Listen, you’re always controlling my pleasure.”

“And you love it,” he said bluntly.

“I do. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about giving that to you too. It’s not all about being on a power trip, you know. The things we do . . . You give more than you take.”

“So what? Are you saying you want to switch?”

I sat straighter and shrugged. “Maybe.”

The directness of his question sent heat to my cheeks. I liked the sound of taking control more than I’d expected to.

“And what would this . . . domination . . . entail?” He brought his arms behind his head with a disarming smile.

A little thrill fluttered through me. “Well, you’re not exactly what I would call obedient. So we’d have to undergo some vigorous training for you to learn your place.”

“And where is that?” His tone was low, his voice vibrating through me.

I hummed and lowered over him again. “Under me.” I whispered against his lips, sliding my hand over his now very hard cock. “Unless I want you someplace else, that is.”

He groaned and lifted his hips into my eager grasp. “I’m under you right now. Seems like a reward is in order.”

“Don’t be greedy.”

I smiled to myself, knowing how many times he’d accused me of the same thing. He was patient only when it came to teasing me. When his own desire was on the line, his position might very well change.

He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve created a monster.”

“You can call me Master,” I joked with a coy smile.

He laughed again. “I think Mistress is more appropriate in these matters.”

“I might like the ring of that.”

A part of me couldn’t believe we were having this conversation, even if he was only humoring me. Then again, I’d been home less than twenty-four hours after my hormone-fueled mission to speak to Michael and teach Blake what would become a painful lesson. Who knew what he was really thinking right now?

His wandering gaze betrayed him though. “I’m intrigued. When’s the first lesson?”

“Maybe tonight, but only if you’re on your best behavior,” I said in a light voice. I had no idea what I was doing, but this could be fun if he let it go anywhere.

He released his hands and stroked up and then down to my thighs lazily. “You mean you’re going to send me to work with visions in my head of you riding me all night?”

I frowned. “You’re working today?”

We’d had a successful track record of keeping the weekends for ourselves. Especially after the insane week we’d had, I figured we deserved some downtime now more than ever.

“I was going to meet with Gove and discuss the Trevor situation.”

“Oh,” I said quietly. I couldn’t argue with that. Any lingering stress started to melt off when I felt like we were moving in the right direction. Finally.