Free The Arrangement (The Blankenships Book 9) by Evelyn Glass Page B

out? We can do anything you want to do here.”
     
    “It’s not what I want to do, it’s how I want to do it,” she said.
     
    She could almost hear his eyebrow raising. “There’s something you want that we can’t accomplish in my secret room?” There was a pause, and the worry evaporated, just like she’d hoped that it would. “Kinky.” The interest she heard—it was tentative, questioning, wondering. It didn’t offer her any guarantees, any promises, not even any reassurances. But there was interest there, and even though she could almost feel him tamping it down and closing it off, it was still interest. She could work with interest.
     
    She was sure he still wanted her, still wanted the kink and the heat of their bodies slamming together. And she understood why he was concerned. She’d tried to have conversations about it, tell him in words that she still wanted the world he’d introduced her to. He’d nodded and smiled and promised to do anything she wanted, but then, in the moment where she opened herself entirely to him, she could see the fear brush over his face. She could see him choose to enter her more slowly, to be more delicate.
     
    She wanted her vicious, passionate lover back. And she was going to do what she needed to make that happen.
     
    “I love you,” she said, taking her hand from its frantic waving to reach down and grip him through his jeans. He was soft, but he groaned softly at her touch. Her heart beat sped up just a little. The feel of his hand on her hip, hard and fast, was enough to make her feel dizzy and excited. “But trust me. I have a plan.”
     
    “Can there be a lead up to your plan?” He was hardening, faster than she’d expected. Interesting. Something to remember, that he was tempted, at least sometimes, by her putting him off a little ways. “I promise, I’ll fuck you twice as hard the second time.”
     
    “Oh,” she said, giving him one more good squeeze. His hand covered hers, pressing her palm into the growing length behind his zipper. His eyes closed for just a moment, and his teeth closed on his lower lip. “You think it’s only going to happen twice?”
     
    Yes. There it was: that flare, that widening of his pupils, that deep inhalation that told her he was with her, he was listening, he was deeply interested in what she had to say. In what she was going to do next.
     
    Fuck it. Time to wreck part of the plan. “Now, if you want, if you really really want, I’ll push this door open, and I’ll let you see what I’m wearing—and not wearing—and then I will pull you through the door in the back of this closet, and we will do all sorts of things. But the other alternative—oh, Alex, I have such things planned for you.”
     
    “Okay,” he said, his voice thin and just a little bit reedy. “Yeah. Okay. But Zoey—god, princess—”
     
    Her throat closed for just a moment. It had been such a long time since he’d called her by that little pet name that he’d used in the first few days of their relationship. It tightened her nipples painfully, the heavy weight of the clamps teasing through her entire body. She didn’t know which she wanted more—the delight of having him now, or the torture of making them both wait. “Don’t worry,” she said, giving him another squeeze and delighting in the solid groan he released this time, leaning into her palm so that he could drag his length over her, fucking her hand through the denim of his jeans. His hand was closed on the frame of the door, his knuckles light with the tension in his fingers. “I won’t make you wait long to come. The first time.”
     
    “Fuck, princess—” She felt his weight against the door, and then he pressed his hand over hers, increasing the pressure she was giving him. “I don’t want to wait. You keep your surprise, but I want your hand in my pants right now.”
     
    “Yes,” she said, and that was all it took for him to let go of the door frame, unzip his