Claimed (Club Sin 1)
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Sliding his hand down her drenched thigh, he smacked her sweet ass. “I want to wake up together, see you off to work, eat meals with you, and kiss you good night. Most of all”—he lifted his head off the pillow, finding himself lost in her pretty eyes—“I want to command your submission whenever it pleases me.” He brushed over the spot he swatted, and at her quiver, he smiled. “Yes, Presley, you want that too, don’t you?”
Not waiting for her response, he shut his eyes, grinning and enjoying her reeling mind. Nothing needed to be explained or talked over. He wouldn’t have suggested the move if he hadn’t believed she wanted it as well, but clearly, the manner he’d done it bothered her. Not like he cared.
To ensure she was always taken care of . . .
Yeah, he wanted that.
Another long few minutes passed, and she still hadn’t settled against him. He peeked open an eye, lowered his voice. “Where will you be in the morning, doll?”
Happy tears filled her warm eyes, and she snuggled her head into his shoulder. “In your arms, sir.”