Free On Becoming Her Sir by Cassandre Dayne Page B

pig, capable of creating havoc in a room in a minimum of thirty seconds after coming home from work. The thought gave her one too many negative tastes in her mouth. Luke was entirely different.
    She actually loved being in the space, could feel the very heartbeat of the man in the masculine space. Smiling, Jessie shook her head as she remembered the way she kidded him about the deep mahogany book shelves and desk, the plush red leather chairs for visitors, matching the high back office chair that was more like a throne than a basic chair. Moving toward his desk, she brushed the tips of her fingers across the smooth wood, marveling in how supple the finish felt to her skin.
    While Luke wasn’t into the concept of showing off with his monies earned, this was his respite and he’d decorated the space with fine art, a small wet bar that stocked every high dollar liquor he enjoyed, and a state of the art sound system to go with his top of the line Macintosh computer. He loved being on the cutting edge of electronics and everything about this room suited him.
    Unable to help herself, she slid into his chair and immediately rested her hands on the thick leather arms. Drinking in the scent of well-oiled leather, she shivered and for a few minutes thought about every naughty thing she could do with Luke in this delicious space. The series of visions made her shiver, her pussy clench. Crossing and re-crossing her legs, she pretended she was in the middle of a rather infamous movie and closed her eyes, allowing her hand to travel into the bodice of her dress.
    For some reason the single act made her feel dirty. After pinching her nipple she sniffed and realized she wasn’t in the mood for sex. Opening her eyes, she stared at the computer screen, noticing the blue hue, which meant the computer was on and just in sleep mode. Suddenly a myriad of thoughts raced into the back of her mind. Why is Luke always in here? Why is he hiding his business practices? Why won’t he bring me into this part of his life?
    All the questions were good ones. She shifted her hand toward the keyboard then glanced at the open door. A little look wouldn’t hurt. No, it wouldn’t. Luke had told her many times there was nothing about his life either past or present that he wouldn’t share with her. She felt the same way. Her hand hit the space bar before she realized it and when the screen seemed to burst into life she sucked in her breath.
    The main screen appeared with his screensaver of a very creative submissive saying. There were no open files and only one open Internet location. He’d left the computer on with whatever he was looking at last for viewing pleasure. Jessie sat back and nibbled on her bottom lip. This wasn’t a good way to try and garner information. No. She should get up and go finish cleaning the house. Yep. She moved the chair back and was ready to rise to her feet when the rather challenging girl inside forced her to stay seated. You need to know. “Right.”
    Don’t do this. Don’t invade his privacy. Jessie growled and hated herself for both wanting to know and hesitating learning. Go on. See where he’s been on the Internet. What, as if he was looking at porn? “You’re pathetic.” That very notion may be true but she was locked onto the thought like a dog to a bone.
    Jessie took a quick glance at the door again before clicking on the single icon. She fiddled as she waited for the site to load. When she did, the vibrant website literally bounced onto the scene. From swirling colors to what was some of the most provocative music almost oozing from the computer, whatever they were selling she wanted to buy. Sensual and heated, she tingled from the sensory overload and had to concentrate on the title of the site itself. “Edge play?” she whispered. Of course she knew what the term meant and she could understand if he was Googling something perhaps for them to try as a couple. Maybe they sold sexy stuff, treats both she and