Free Caviar and Covert Ops: Book 3 (Military Moguls) by Olivia Jaymes

to reveal golden skin stretched over taut muscles. His shoulders were wide and his ridged belly flat. She couldn’t stop herself from sitting up and running a tongue along his abdomen, feeling the flesh jump and quiver. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and he pulled away with a groan. “Easy on me. I want you very much and I don’t want this to be over before it starts.”
    The tent behind the zipper of his pants told the tale. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She reached out to rub his hard cock through the fabric but his hand snaked out and captured her wrist before she could touch him.
    “You are one naughty girl that’s begging to be punished. Just so we’re clear, I’m in charge when it comes to the bedroom, baby.”
    His outrageous declaration should have infuriated her but instead it inflamed her senses, arousal sending more cream gushing from her pussy and making her nipples uncomfortably tight. She was in charge of every single damn thing every moment of every day in her life. What a delight to let him take control and lead. He obviously knew what he was doing and she’d be a fool to argue with him. Lie back and enjoy the splendor.
    “Do you hear me arguing?” she chuckled, her hands running up his thighs to the button of his pants. His quickly indrawn breath let her know in no uncertain terms that he was as affected as she was. Her fingers hesitated over the fastening, his hot gaze taking in every move she made. “May I?”
    She tried to keep her voice humble but his eyebrow quirked in amusement. “You may but you’re not fooling me in the least. I can see the gleam of mischief in your eye. I doubt obedience is your strong suit.”
    That word made her pause from removing his pants. “Is that what you’re looking for in a woman? Obedience?”
    “Out of the bedroom? No way. In the bedroom? Let’s just say that I like to give the orders.” He hesitated for a moment. “It turns me on to be obeyed. Up to a point, of course. I would never ask you to do something you really didn’t want to do.”
    She swallowed hard, determined to be fully with this man. She was a woman, not a scared little girl. “What kind of things would you order me to do?”
    A lazy grin bloomed on his gorgeous face. “I’d tell you to get on your knees and suck me off. Or maybe hold yourself in a certain position while I played with you. And of course, not to come without my permission.”
    Laughter bubbled up at his words. “Permission? I can’t come unless you tell me? That seems crappy.”
    Not that she was having all that many orgasms without him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come before tonight. She was too tired most days to even care.
    “I promise you’ll come often enough that you won’t mind. Do you want to give being submissive a try?”
    Chewing on her lower lip, she turned over his question in her mind. She trusted him. That wasn’t an issue. She wanted to turn him on and if getting on her knees and putting his cock in her mouth would do it? She was all in.
    A thought popped into her head. “Are you like those guys in some of the books I’ve read? Are you a Dom?”
    A friend at the restaurant had given her a few books that had opened Lily’s eyes to the possibilities and diversity in the bedroom. She had to admit she’d found them arousing.
    Dane shucked his pants and tossed them on the coffee table. “What do you know about Doms?”
    “I’ve read some things.” Lily shrugged. “But I don’t really know much.”
    “I’ve had dominant/submissive experiences but I wouldn’t call myself a Dom. As I said I like to be in charge. But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
    He was pushing his boxers down his muscled thighs and his long, thick cock sprung out, slapping his belly. A pearl of pre-cum glistened at the slit of the purplish-red mushroom head and suddenly she wanted to do anything that pleased him. She wanted him to want her until he couldn’t