Free Master of the Inn by Ella Jade Page A

bottom lip before placing a tender kiss on
her mouth. “Thank you.”
    “For what?”
    “Giving me that experience.”
    “It was okay?” She pressed his fingers to her lips and
gently kissed each one.
    “It was more than okay.” He pulled her into a tight embrace.
“It has never been like that for me, Elyse. I’m good at demanding what I want,
but I’m not so great with expressing my feelings.”
    “That’s okay.” She snuggled deeper into his hold. “I can
feel it, Logan. I know.”
    “I just want you to know tonight was one of the best nights
of my life.” He kissed her hair.
    “Mine too.”
    Chapter Nine
     
    Logan tried to keep up with Elyse as she breezed down the
aisles of the market. Why he had agreed to go with her was beyond him. He
watched her wiggle her cute, little ass as she made her way to the produce
section.
    Now he remembered why he went with her. He couldn’t stay
away from her.
    He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist,
kissing the back of her neck.
    “Logan.” She swatted at him. “What are you doing?”
    “Touching what’s mine.”
    “Not here.” She ducked out of his hold. “People are staring
at us.” She glanced at the old woman who couldn’t take her eyes off them.
    “I apologize,” Logan said to the woman. “I can’t keep my
hands off of her.”
    The woman smiled her amusement then went back to choosing
her oranges.
    “See.” Logan reached for Elyse’s arm. “No problems.”
    “You get the spinach.” She pointed to the case in front of
them. “I’ll grab some potatoes. Then we’re out of here.”
    “I don’t like spinach.” He stared at the offensive, green
leafy stuff. He’d had an aversion to spinach his whole life.
    “Funny.” She grinned. “You never mentioned that.”
    “Whenever would it have come up?” He rolled his eyes
thinking back to that first night they were together. Of all the words to pick
as a safeword, she chose the one vegetable he despised.
    “I’m making a wonderful Italian egg drop soup. You’ll love
it. I promise.”
    “I don’t think so.” He crinkled his nose. “Can’t you put
something else in it?”
    “Um, no, the recipe calls for spinach.” She picked a bundle
of the vegetable. “We need it.”
    He shook his head. “I’m not eating it.”
    “Hey, my kitchen, my rules.” She pushed the spinach into his
hand. “Now put that in the cart.”
    “Are you telling me what to do?”
    “Yes,” she defiantly told him. “What are you going to do
about it?”
    She wants to play. Ever since that night on the
couch, the sex had been different between them. It had become more sensual.
They were learning one another. Making love with Elyse had been a defining
moment in their relationship and while sex might have been tamer than what
Logan was used to, it was still pretty hot. But, maybe his little chef missed
the kink.
    When he tossed the spinach in the cart, he caught Cora
watching them. He wondered how long she’d been standing there. She nodded at
him before disappearing down another aisle. Elyse picked out her potatoes,
never acknowledging Cora’s presence.
    Logan came up from behind her and whispered into her ear.
“To answer your question, I have a riding crop with your name on it.” He nipped
her earlobe. “I’m going to use it tonight, my feisty girl.”
    My bedroom, my rules.
    She looked over her shoulder, staring up at him with wide
eyes.
    “No turning back now, cupcake. You started this game.”
     
    ***
     
    Elyse soaked in the large tub in Logan’s bathroom. He
insisted on cleaning up the dinner dishes so she could take some time to relax.
His affectionate side made her smile. He always found new and thoughtful ways
to surprise her. Yesterday morning, he’d left an old book on the kitchen
counter. The book contained recipes from his aunt’s side of the family. Elyse
remembered some of the muffins and pies from when she visited the inn as a
child. One of the things she recalled was