Page 119 of Over the Line

That he didn’t want to curtail her freedom. That she could keep her condo. See her friends. And he hadn’t shot down the ideas she had for the ranch.

If he wanted her to work from here, expanding her business onto his property made sense.

As the kiss went on, his hard cock pressed into her.

From the moment they’d met, the attraction had sizzled, a spark that threatened to combust.

How had she survived while they were apart?

When he pulled back, she didn’t want to let him go.

She yearned for connection, shoving away the past so they could more fully embrace their future. Own me, Sir.

“How was that?”

Amazing. “Fine, Sir.” She smiled coyly. Then she spoke again, issuing a submissive challenge. “For an appetizer.”

Smoky haze clouded his eyes as he responded in the way she’d hoped he would, with Dominant determination. “Shall I welcome you home properly, Sydney? The way a brat deserves?”

“Did you have something specific in mind?” Intentionally, she left off the expected honorific.

“Yeah.” Fire consumed his eyes. “I believe I do.”

They were now back in familiar territory, and with each moment that passed, he chased her anxiety further away.

“Join me in the barn.”

“The barn, Sir?”

“Before you turn it into a carnival site, you might want to see my plans for it.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she cocked her head to the side.

With a mysterious grin that knocked her pulse for a loop, he captured her hand.

Apparently once again interested in the humans, Chewie jumped off her perch to follow them.

In the distance, Jeb waved and headed toward the bunkhouse, giving them plenty of privacy.

With each step that they took, her nerves ratcheted a notch tighter.

Finally, he opened the door and gave her a tiny push. “In you go.”

Then he turned to seal the entrance and keep Chewie out.

He slid a bolt home with a loud metallic thunk. “Now you have no escape from me.”

Anticipation made her shiver.

“See what I have in store for you.”

“Oh my good God.” The place gave her goose bumps, in the very best way possible. “This wasn’t what I expected, Sir.”

“No?”

He’d turned the massive space into a dungeon, complete with Saint Andrew’s cross and a spanking bench. He’d also stacked several bales of hay in various places.

Whips of all kinds—single tails and floggers—hung from the walls, along with an assortment of paddles, tawses, and crops.