One Dirty Night

“If he just whispered that he’s not wearing a condom, don’t look so terrified. That’s your choice, not his,” Giselle muttered, pointing the pen in her boss’s face before placing it into my slack hand. Her eyes flickered to her laptop screen for a moment before saying, “Did you even ask if she’s on the pill, Hunter? Do you want to knock her up tonight as well as completely break her?”

He stiffened, but a sexy, dangerous smile crossed his face. “She did say she wanted to be reliant on a man in every way. Perhaps I should impregnate her.” He lashed an arm around my waist, pinning me to him. “Keep her for myself. Drag her from town to town, bound to my bed, spread and wet for my pleasure, getting fat with our child, knowing that she belongs to me in every possible way.”

I very nearly fainted.

My vision went light on the edges.

My body swayed with dizziness.

He didn’t mean that?

Does he?

And what the hell is happening to me?

I was a career woman.

I ran from the very idea of domestication, so why…why did it sound so hot?

Giselle giggled. “Judging by the horrified look on her face, I’m guessing she doesn’t want you knocking her up. Tonight or any night.”

“Pity.” He nuzzled my neck. “You’d look edible pregnant. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you or my dick out of you.”

I half-moaned, half-whimpered.

He laughed under his breath. “Your shyness does something to me, Ella Fitzgerald. It makes me want to wrap you up and protect you from all the monsters in the world, all while I tie you to an altar and sacrifice you to every monster inside me.”

My core clenched.

I almost came.

He said I was a witch?

Then what the hell was he?

A warlock?

A magician?

Some sort of circus performer with true magic? Magic that seeped into a woman’s blood and turned her into liquid fire?

“Okay, okay, restrain yourself for ten more minutes. Jesus.” Giselle threw a pencil at Hunter before pushing a questionnaire toward me. “Just fill that in and—”

“You fill it in, Gis. Doubt we’d be able to read her writing with how badly she’s trembling.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Besides, she’s held the pen. We know everything we need to know…right?”

“Yes.” Giselle gave him a nod I couldn’t decipher. “All good.”

All good?

What did that mean? I glanced at the pen in my hand before Hunter snatched it from me and tossed it back to Giselle. “Next question.”

I looked back and forth between them, pretty sure I’d fail this test, seeing as I’d forgotten my own name.

“Are you open to bondage?” Giselle asked.

“Yes, she is. Next.” Hunter answered for me with a devilish grin. “It’s a particular fetish of mine that I’ll enjoy delivering.”

“What’s your pain threshold on a scale of one to ten?” She quirked an eyebrow at me.