Page 41 of Over the Line

How had she not heard his approach? With a half smile, she looked over her shoulder to see him standing there holding two cups of coffee. “Bless you,” she said.

The goat abandoned her and went straight to him. Clearly even the goat knew who the master was.

He crouched next to her and offered her the same cup she’d abandoned on top of the car. As their hands connected, she glanced away.

Once more, he wore his requisite hat and had on a long-sleeved shirt much like the one she’d donned. He’d rolled back the cuffs, leaving his forearms bare. Faded denim jeans hugged his muscular legs. Even though it was Sunday, he looked ready to work.

“I see you’ve met Chewie.”

“And lost a favorite shoe,” she said wryly.

“Expensive?”

“Yes.”

He winced. “I’ll replace them.”

“Very expensive,” she amended. Then unable to help herself, she laughed. “I don’t wear them all that often. I have others.”

“I’ve seen some with spikes on the heels. They were red, as I recall.”

“I like red.”

“They’d look good on you.”

She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Maybe I will take you up on your offer of new shoes.”

“A woman can never have too many pairs.” Chewie wandered down to the water for a drink. “And I’ll take you up on yours,” he said.

Though his tone was still light, it contained a serious undercurrent. Puzzled, she took a sip of the still warm and very much welcome coffee as she considered him. “My offer, Sir?”

“The one where you get on your knees and suck my cock in apology for leaving my bed without permission.”

She jerked her hand, sloshing the coffee. “Ah…”

He took the cup from her hand and placed it on the ground. “Or the one where you pull down your pants, lie across my lap, and beg me to punish you for the same reason.”

Breath constricted in her chest. A serious line was drawn between his dark eyebrows. With a squeak, she managed, “Here? Now?”

The confounding Dom countered her questions with his own. “Or the one where I tie you to the fence and flog you?”

His words, his rough-hewn voice, and the lethal promise in his eyes crashed arousal through her. “Do I have to choose?” Her mouth dried. “Or can I select all of the above?”

Chapter Five

All of the above?

Fuck.

With her in his bed—all softness and vulnerability—Michael had been hard all night. Now, his erection was even more demanding. “I’m always happy to accommodate you,” he replied.

Her lips parted.

Did my response catch you off guard?

With her quick smile, confident strut, and the way she held her shoulders back, even the occasional flip of her hair, she’d polished her bratty act—the one she showed most Doms—to perfection.

But Michael had glimpsed moments of uncertainty, and once, maybe a trace of fear.