Make Me Yours Read Free

this. Could you ask Mike to cover for me?”
    “Sure, no problem.”
    As Maggie led her sub away, Jack ushered his unexpected and unwanted guest back into the lobby, shutting the doors to the play room behind him. “Morgan, what the hell are you doing here and why are you so wet? You’re going to catch your death.”
    “Jack, I’ve been trying to call you all day. Why haven’t you answered or called me back? You ALWAYS call me back.” Her voice broke on the accusation, her brain still trying to play catch up with what she saw going on in that big room, including finally spotting Jack standing behind a bound, naked woman, a flogger in his hand. That the woman was on the verge of climax had been obvious even from across the room.
    “Don’t take that tone with me, Princess. We’ve been swamped today with the arrival of this private party as well as the snowstorm. I haven’t had time to check my phone. Come on.” Grabbing her hand he dragged her to the wide staircase and pulled her up behind him as they ascended to the second story. “You need to get out of those wet clothes before we finish this conversation. How’d you get so wet anyway? What’d you do, walk here?”
    “As a matter of fact, yes, right after my car ended up wedged against a tree and stuck in the snow.”
    Jack stopped abruptly and turned to stare down at her in astonishment and growing anger. “Are you fucking telling me you were out in this storm dressed like that? Did you leave your common sense back in ?”
    “Jack Sinclair, don’t you yell at me! I’ve had an awful couple of days and went through hell to get here.”
    As always, the sight of her golden eyes filling with tears was enough to cool his temper. Ever since the minx was seven years old, she could wrap him around her finger and it has taken all his self control not to let her know that. “Come on,” he stated gruffly, tugging on her cold hand again. “Let’s get you warm and settled and you can tell me what this latest fiasco of yours is all about.”
    Morgan let Jack haul her the rest of the way upstairs, fatigue, hunger and chills making it easy to let him take over. Instead of a hallway that housed separate rooms, she was surprised to step into a spacious, open loft that over looked the lobby below. A huge fireplace bracketed by floor to ceiling book shelves took up one wall. Large cream colored leather sofas stood out against the dark hardwood floors and were arranged in a semi circle facing the fireplace and entertainment center. The vaulted ceilings and floor to ceiling windows that took up the adjoining wall made the room look even bigger. A long granite topped eating bar was the only thing that divided the living room from the kitchen that housed stainless steel appliances, matching dark blue granite counters and copper pots and pans hanging over the island.
    “You live up here?” Morgan asked, loving the look of the place.
    “Marc and I do. Come on. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
    Morgan giggled and couldn’t resist needling him. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for ten years.”
    Jack turned abruptly and pinned her against the wall, his dark eyes glaring down at her. “Don’t push me, brat. I’m sorely tempted to give you that spanking I’ve been promising you. And trust me; you won’t enjoy it nearly as much as you saw my date did when you had your nose poked where it didn’t belong.”
    Morgan’s heart sped up and her pussy dampened with immediate lust. If he kept tantalizing her with giving her a taste of his kinky passions, she wouldn’t need that hot bath to warm her up. All she’d need was him. “Are you sure I wouldn’t enjoy it?”
    Jack clenched his jaw tightly while he got himself under control. The damn minx had no idea what she was pushing for and he’d be damned if he ruined their relationship by giving in to her. Morgan was like a spoiled little kid, acting out to get attention. When her parents, damn their sorry