Free His Every Desire (For His Pleasure, Book 7) by Kelly Favor Page B

She felt weak and tired, and more than a little confused.
    What were the rules now? Had they suddenly reverted back to some sort of pseudo-professional relationship? Were they pretending that the activities in the dungeon never happened?
    She didn’t know, but for now, she didn’t really need to know.
    Hunter brought her to a large, immaculate bathroom with a large soaking tub and a separate standing shower. “You can take a bath or a shower, whatever you prefer,” he said.
    He left momentarily and came back with a large white robe and white towel.
    “These are for you,” he said.
    “Thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say.
    “I’ll be downstairs, in the other shower,” he said. “See you in a little bit.”
    “Okay.” She smiled bashfully, feeling her cheeks flush again.
    Hunter left the bathroom and she heard his footsteps receding. Kallie couldn’t believe how awkward it suddenly was between them. Was it her, was it him? Was it both of them?
    Shaking her head, she ran the bath, testing the water for the temperature that she most preferred. Eventually, the water got high and warm enough, and she slid into the tub, letting the water continue to run as she laid her head back and relaxed.
    Soaking in the tub, Kallie relived the episode that had taken place in Hunter’s basement. Everything had happened so fast—from the time he’d caught her snooping around, to Kallie giving into his demands for obedience and submission—and now she was trying to reconstruct it and decide just how she felt about it all.
    Even now, as she pictured her hands tied above her head, and the way he’d unsnapped her bra…her nipples tingled with remembered pleasure. It was as if his voice was still whispering in her ear, telling her to let go, telling her to trust him.
    Breaking out of her reverie, Kallie washed up and then stepped out of the tub, toweling off and getting dressed again. For a brief moment, she considered how exciting it would be to go back downstairs with nothing on but the white robe he’d provided, and whether or not all that visible skin would incite Hunter to passion once more.
    But she didn’t think they had the time for another go around, and she didn’t know if she could mentally take it, either.
    When she came down, Hunter was dressed and waiting for her. He was wearing dark blue slacks, a white button-down shirt, and his hair was still damp from the shower.
    The top two buttons of his shirt were open, and she could see the beginning of his broad chest expanding beneath.
    “Refreshed?” he asked her.
    “Yes,” she said, sounding formal to her own ears.
    He watched her carefully. “Is something wrong?”
    She shook her head no. “Everything’s fine.”
    “Good.” He smiled and gestured to the door. “Shall we?”
    “Is it time to go?”
    Hunter checked his watch. “We’ve got enough time to get to the hospital, but I want to leave a little extra room in case we hit rush hour traffic.”
    “Oh, yeah.” She smiled and started outside.
    When they got inside Hunter’s car, he turned to her. “Are you okay to have a discussion about what happened between us today?”
    She licked her lips. “You mean—what happened in the basement?”
    “That’s exactly what I mean.”
    “Of course. I’ll talk about anything you want,” she said. “But remember, you still have to answer my questions too.”
    He grinned. “Believe me, I haven’t forgotten.” Hunter started the car and they zoomed out of the driveway and onto the road that led down the hillside. “So go ahead and ask away,” he told her.
    She glanced at him. “Maybe I should hear what you have to say first.”
    “A deal is a deal, Kallie. Ask me your questions. Better make them count.”
    She didn’t know what he meant by that, but it unnerved her. He unnerved her, actually. Her brain was sluggish and her thoughts rambling. Kallie always had questions about him, but now that he was ready and waiting to answer, she couldn’t