Free Seduced By My Doms BN by Jenna Jacob Page A

Daddy’s here.” Gingerly stroking Trevor’s
     hair, Drake leaned in close and kissed his cheek.
    “Help me, Daddy,” he moaned.
    “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ll never leave you, ever
     again. I promise,” Drake choked out on a sob.
    Like a slap to the face, I suddenly felt out of place. I was
     invading the private lives of strangers. What the hell was I doing talking
     about BDSM and spankings with Drake? I’d never be a part of their kinky world.
     I certainly had no business traipsing into the waiting room in hopes of getting
     laid by a man who got off spanking women and god knows what else. Drake, James,
     and Mika must think me a blithering idiot.
    “I hope Trevor has a good night. I’ll be back tomorrow,” I
     blurted in panic as I raced out the door.
    “Liz,” Drake called after me, but I kept right on going.
    Escaping out through the employee door, I stepped into the
     hall, anxiety blocking my airway. Cursing under my breath, I clenched my jaw.
     In order to reach the elevator, I had to walk past the glass wall of the ICU
     waiting room. Tucking my chin, I prayed James was engrossed in a magazine or
     the television, and I could skate past the glass partition undetected. Wishing
     I had a superpower of invisibility, I hurried to the elevator and pressed the
     button to go down. Mentally screaming at the damn thing to move, I watched the
     numbers slowly make their way to my floor. Just a couple more seconds and I’d
     be home free.  
    When the doors finally opened, I bolted inside. Before I
     turned, I had my finger poised on Level P for the parking garage as someone
     stepped through the doors. Lifting my eyes, dread slid down my spine as I spied
     James pinning me with a critical stare.
    “So you decided to blow me off, huh?” Laying his finger over
     mine, James pressed the button I’d selected.
    Blowing you would be a privilege.
    “Mika did give you my message, correct?”
    “I didn’t see Mika after I left Trevor’s room.”
    “Ah, I see.” James looked grossly insulted. “So you’re
     giving me the kiss off, huh?”
    Dammit. Will you please stop using such suggestive words
     for the love of...
    “No worries. I can take a hint. But I’m still going to walk
     you to your car.”
    Stating his intentions, James pulled out his phone and
     started texting.
    “Honestly, I didn’t see Mika.” I huffed. I hated that James
     had caught me trying to make a clean getaway. “I’m not lying, but go ahead and
     ask him.”
    He chuckled, and ignored my belligerent tone. “Oh, I believe
     you, Liz. I’m simply texting my
lover
to let him know that I’m
     escorting you to your car.”
    Arching his brows over those gorgeous bedroom eyes, an
     infectious grin slid over his inviting lips. I couldn’t help it…I smiled, then
     quickly caught myself and sobered.
    “You just had to rub my face in that, didn’t you?”
    “Oh yeah,” he drawled in a low, seductive rumble before his
     expression turned solemn. “What did I do to scare you, Liz?”
    His freakish perceptiveness prickled. I lowered my gaze.
     “You didn’t do anything,” I lied.
    Moving in close to my ear, his raspy breathing had my head
     swimming. “Tell me,” he coaxed in a whiskey-smooth voice I wanted to get drunk
     on.
    “I’m just not myself tonight, that’s all.”
    James eased back slightly but held me with an inquisitive
     stare. “I’m listening.”
    “I hear it too. They’ve piped in a lovely piano rendition of
     ‘
Ice, Ice, Baby
,’ don’t you agree?” I taunted, rolling my eyes toward
     the speakers in the ceiling.
    “That’s one,” he murmured.
    Tucking that obstinate strand of hair behind my ear once
     more, James let his hand linger and traced a feathery caress over the shell of
     my ear. No matter how hard I tried to shove down the ridiculous way he turned
     me on, I couldn’t ignore the current of electricity racing within my veins.
     Dammit, I needed to take control of