Free Ulterior Designs (House of Evans Book 1) by Ella Dominguez Page A

keep many of these items in the spare room. Though, to be clear, I want the majority of these pieces prominently displayed throughout my home, as I don't want my activities to be limited to just one space in this house."
    Chloe's mouth hung open in astonishment at Logan's straightforwardness about his proclivities.
    Designing a home with sex equipment prominently displayed? Rather than the House of Evans , perhaps a more appropriate name for his home would be Logan’s Playground .
    What he was asking wasn’t something she had ever planned on doing, and it sure as hell hadn't been in any of her lesson plans, but, yes , she could definitely do it. And she would. Mr. Evans was a very dirty boy, the likes of which she had never met before. She had dreamt of men like him, even read about them in the erotic novels she so frequently entertained herself with, but that was the extent of her knowledge in such matters.
    She glanced back at the images of the different pieces of furniture. Some of it didn't necessarily look sexual in nature at all if one didn’t know what they were looking at, and she could see how the pieces might pair well with other non-kinky items. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but wonder what his mother and others would think when they came to visit and saw those items sitting out. Was he truly that brazen to not care who knew of his preferences?
    “I’m glad to hear you're on board," his words cut through her thoughts. "As you know, this home means a lot to me, as does its finished look. I control everything that goes on within these walls,” he continued, his voice deepening, “in every aspect. I have very specific ideas on what I want, but with that being said, I’m open to any and all of your suggestions. I’ll give you creative license over the aesthetics up to a point, but my stamp of approval is to be put on everything.”
    Suddenly, the reason for Mr. Evan’s assuredness became very clear to her. “Of course, Sir,” she inadvertently responded.
    She swallowed hard when a muscle in his jaw clenched and his mouth twitched with displeasure. Or, was it pleasure?
    When he brought his hands down onto the table and leaned forward as if to say something, she quickly interjected, “Sorry about that, Logan.” Abruptly, she stood in hopes of making him forget her mistake, and walked toward the stairs with the papers in hand. “May I look at the spare room again?” she asked, trying her best to sound unaffected by his physical response.
    His cunning gaze moved over her body. Though he remained quiet, he was clearly considering his options. She could think of a few things she wouldn’t mind him doing. Something along the lines of bending her over the dining room table, face down, and hiking her pricey skirt up over her hips.
    Without saying a word, he stood and stalked toward her. Worried that he had read her wayward mind, she backed herself up against the railing of the staircase. Her hand fell to her side, her fingers unconsciously loosening and causing the documents to fall to the floor and all around her feet.
    Logan wore an expression that seemed to be a combination of amused and bothered, and she quickly became angry with herself for her lack of professionalism. This was a paid gig for Christ's sake, and he was just a man—albeit, a gorgeous one who was way out of her league when it came to sexual experience.
    When she attempted to bend down to retrieve the papers, he firmly gripped her shoulders.
    "Allow me."
    Kneeling in front of her, he picked up each page at a leisurely pace, his movements smooth and unhurried. He was so close to her, she could’ve reached out and twisted her fingers into his thick hair. Her hand trembled and inched toward him, but she stopped herself only an inch away from his mane. With Logan's tantalizing scent assaulting her senses, she suddenly felt light-headed with arousal, and her mind clouded with images of different ways of being taken by the beautiful man kneeling