The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Read Free Page A

right now, and it’s killing you.”
    “So?”
    “So, let yourself be vulnerable for once. I’m asking you for one day.” He held up his hand and extended his index finger as if to press the point home. She almost rolled her eyes in exasperation. “One day,” he said again. “All I want is twenty-four hours of surrender. Twenty-four hours of openness. Twenty-four hours of keeping all those shields you like to erect around you down, and letting me in.”
    Fisting her hands against her hips, she glared down at him. “What are the rules?”
    His smile could only be described as impish. He was clearly loving this. “Control freaks need rules, huh?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “There’s only one rule, baby.”
    She gestured for him to continue, flipping her hand in a circle and wishing he’d hurry up and spit it out. “And…?”
    He only smiled broader.
    If his intent was to drive her insane, he was succeeding. “Noah!”
    “You have to do everything I tell you, and you can’t question me about it.”
    Seems simple enough . “I guess that means you pick dinner, you decide which apartment to stay at. Stuff like that, right?”
    A head shake was added to the grin. “It’s a helluva lot more than that.”
    “Then what?”
    “When I say everything, I damn well mean everything. Your food, your work…” His blue eyes raked her from head to toe. “Your body, too.” A finger trailed slowly between her breasts. “Whatever I tell you to do, you do. And you do it without question or hesitation.”
    That sounds so naughty . Her body flamed back to life, the skin he’d just touched tingling. Fear, curiosity, and lust roared through her. Giving up control? Trusting someone else to call all the shots? Could she do that? Images of Noah and what he could do to her ran through her imagination. The man was a fantastic and very giving lover, and if letting him take the lead put them back into the swing of things in their love life…Well, then. She was in. “Um…okay. I’ll…try.”
    “No trying, Angie. In or out.”
    “Okay. I’ll do it.”
    His responding smile hit her so hard, her pussy tightened. Perhaps Noah had been right, there might be some rewards in letting go. “Then leave it all up to me,” he said.
    She found herself growing more and more excited with anticipation. She was getting wet from all the pictures flashing through her thoughts, hitting her from every angle. “When?” Waiting seemed impossible. Her hissing intake of breath drew another smile from Noah.
    He stood up, reached out to grab her hand again, and tugged her against his chest. Drawing closer and closer, his lips stopped right before they touched hers. His breath brushed her face as he spoke. “You want this, don’t you?” When Angie leaned in to try to complete the kiss, he pulled back just enough to keep that hair’s breadth of distance. “Tell me first. Tell me you want me to run the show, you want me to make you do everything I want you to do. No matter what.”
    “I…I…” Why was it so hard to surrender? Once more, she tried to complete the kiss.
    This time Noah grabbed her by the waist and turned her. Then he jerked her back against him, rubbing his hardened cock against her ass. He was evidently as excited by this challenge as she was. His hot lips brushed against her ear as his tongue traced its shape before he whispered, “Say yes, baby.”
    “Yes.”
    “Now, I have some planning to do.”
    And then he was gone. The closing of the door rang like the banging of a gong in Angie’s head. Noah had never answered her question of when, and now she faced a long, dark night alone and a day of work without knowing whether tomorrow would be the night or if he’d make her hang on that sharp edge of anticipation for a longer, more torturous amount of time.

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    “Angie!”
    Her CAD operator’s voice broke through her fantasy. She’d been thinking about Noah and the day of surrender that had haunted her mind the whole