I can't wait to share with you the conclusion to this suspenseful duet. Here are some buy links and an excerpt to hold you over. Enjoy!
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Camilla's POV (in the beginning she's texting with Ellis):
Ellis: You’re late.
Me: I’m sorry. On my way now. Shit, he’s going to be furious with me, but he needs to understand that sometimes emergencies arise when you’re working.
Ellis: Thanks to your bad behavior, Beatrice had to change out of her pajamas and back into her hideous orthopedic shoes to come stay for the night.
OK, so he’s not furious. Grateful is more like it. I gave him an excuse to take me to the playroom. Not that he needs one; I go when he says to.
“Fletcher, thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Rose.” I’m getting out of the car when my phone buzzes again.
Ellis: Go straight to the playroom, and change into a red negligee. No panties. Put the necklace on yourself, and take the silk blindfold with you to the bed. Once you’ve put it on, lay flat on your back. Then … think about what I might do to you or how hard you’ll be coming tonight.
Standing in the driveway, I stare down at my phone. Anticipation unfurls in my belly and travels to between my legs. My thighs clench, and I salivate over what’s to come. It’s perfect timing since Sasha is on a trip this weekend that Ellis arranged. It’s a retreat for addicts in recovery, and his thoughtfulness still amazes me. We’re trying to keep her mind off of Greyson and focused on staying clean. His engagement party is next weekend, and I dread it.
Ellis: Baby, what the hell are you waiting for? Do as your told, or I’m adding spankings to the list of evening activities.
Sucking in a breath, I look around for a camera on the house, certain he’s watching me, but I can’t find one, so I walk to the door and let myself in. I drop my purse on the entryway table and head straight to the door at the back of the house, which will lead me to our hideaway.
The anxiety builds with each step, and I lose my breath momentarily as I reach the playroom and eye the blindfold and necklace that are laid out on the dresser. Even the bedding is pulled back, leaving only the fitted sheet and pillows waiting for me.
Envisioning him in this room, preparing for my arrival and fantasizing about what’s to come, leaves me more eager, so I hurry and change my clothes. In the bathroom, I freshen up a bit, wishing I had time for a shower first.
Once I’ve put on the necklace, I take the blindfold and do as he instructed. I tie it tight and stretch out on the bed. Now, I wait. Is he watching me here, too? How will he know when to come in?
The suspense makes me wetter, and I feel the silky negligee grazing against my hard nipples. What’s he going to do with me today?
The door … I think I hear it open and close. My heart beats like a race horse on speed as he steps inside the playroom. God, the blindfold is more than I can handle. I want to see his eyes and the way he’s dressed. Is he only wearing sweats? Is he in a button-up and khakis? Either way, he’s my Dom, authoritative and electric, handsome and chiseled.
“I see you’re capable of following some instructions.”
“Sir, may I explain why I was late?”
“This woman showed up five minutes before we were going to close the pantry, and she was holding her little girl’s hand, and my heart hurt for them. I had to stay after and help her. I even considered bringing them home.”
“Lord, your compassion is going to be the death of me. I’m running out of bedrooms.”
“But you love me, Sir.”
His warm lips press to mine, and my desire forces me to exhale a long, throaty sound.
“I do love you, and I lust you, as well. Let’s play.”