Free TheOneandOnly by Tori Carson

feet. “You’re even wearing your Jimmy Choos. Maybe
I am a Domme…”
    “You’re not a Domme. And what are Jimmy Choos?”
    She looked at him in astonishment. “Your boots. The name
brand is Jimmy Choo. Aren’t they?”
    “I have no idea. I liked their look and they fit, so I
bought them.”
    “And here I thought you were trying to impress the ladies
with your style.”
    “If I’d known you were going to notice, I’d have put more
thought into my clothing purchases.”
    “I notice everything about you, Sean.”
    That was a major confession for her. “I’m glad, hon. Thank
you for telling me.” He stood and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He was
pleased when she snuggled against his chest. “One more thing before we go.” He
took her hand and led her to the desk, where he grabbed the jewelry case and
led her to the couch to sit down.
    Sean opened the lid, showing her the collar he had chosen
for her. He’d gone with a gold byzantine chain with a heart-shaped locket and a
bar to attach a leash if he so desired. It was far more elaborate than he’d
initially planned on, but when he was looking at the basic collars they didn’t
adequately express how he felt about her. She wasn’t just another play partner.
He hoped she’d become his life partner.
    “It’s beautiful, Sean. I don’t know what to say.”
    She looked a little lost and it sent his protective
instincts into overdrive. “I’m going to insist you wear it whenever you’re at
the club.” He pulled it out of the box and put it around her neck. “I’m
learning I’m a greedy man where you’re concerned.” Once it was securely
fastened, he kissed her forehead. “Perfect.” He drew her chin upward and looked
her in the eyes. “Michelle, I want the whole package. I want your body, your
submission and your love.”
    When she tried to pull away, Sean glided his thumb over her
bottom lip. “I know you have a hang-up with love, but I promise you, Michelle,
there is such a thing. And I’m pretty sure we’re going to find it together.
Before your brain starts working overtime, let me assure you we’re going to
take baby steps and enjoy every moment of the journey.” He handed her a
delicate gold key. “When you’re ready to trust me with your heart, give me back
the key and then I’ll know.”
    Michelle blinked several times, her eyes teary, before she
leaned in and gave him a kiss. He was pretty sure she meant it to be a peck,
but he wanted more. That was becoming his mantra with Michelle. Something in
him just clicked every time he was with her. That was why he’d spent so many
blasted hours in her diner.
    Palming the back of her head, he deepened their kiss and she
immediately opened for him.
    A loud knock on the door sent Michelle jumping. “Shh. That’s
just Steven warning me he’s about to open the club.” Damn, he was nervous. He
was tempted to throw her over his shoulder and drive away. Instead, he went to
his desk drawer and pulled out his extra key. “My office door locks
automatically. This is the key. Keep it with you in case you need to get to
your purse.”
    “You don’t have to do that, Sean. This is your private
office. I don’t need the key. Dana told me to stay out of the locker room, but
I can just throw my purse under the bar.”
    Sean opened the door and led Michelle down the hallway.
“You’re going to have to tell me exactly what all Dana told you.” He wasn’t
very happy with Dana at the moment. Either there was a lot of shit going on at
his club he wasn’t aware of or Dana was fucking with Michelle’s head. “Keep the
keys.”
    Michelle slid them under the corset, knowing they couldn’t
possibly fall out. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Every time she
touched the collar, she felt like crying. It was so beautiful and the things he’d
said…she couldn’t think about it right now without the waterworks flowing. She
was tired. Once she got some sleep, she’d be able to think more