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  “Well, now you have both.”

  “OK, but I don’t know what kinds to pick.”

  “I already told you; he likes all kinds. Now, go find your sister.” I wave my hand toward her as I look over my glasses. “Seriously, go now.”

  Standing, she giggles. “The Burke men are so cute when they’re nervous. Thank you, Ellis. I really appreciate it.”

  Camilla

  Just as I lie down in bed and reach to turn off my lamp, my phone buzzes on the nightstand with a text message.

  Ellis: My office. Now.

  Me: Ah, oh.

  Ellis: Ah, oh is correct, young lady.

  Shit. Is he flat-out angry with me for sending Sasha to his office earlier? Or, is he only going to pretend to be angry with me while he’s secretly elated that I gave him a reason to punish me? Since he’s only having me come to his office, I fear it’s the first.

  Wearing only my silky black nightgown, I put on the matching robe and tie it before I pad to his office. The man still works too much, and he knows I don’t approve, but tonight is not a wise time to have another conversation about it.

  I crack the door and peek inside. His intense gaze locks with mine, and he’s already sitting back casually, resting his forearms on the arm rests of the chair. Damn, I can’t read him like this.

  “Lock the door and come here,” he says deadpan. Stepping inside, I face the door and shut it. My heart flutters, and I’m frozen in my spot since I have no idea what’s about to happen. “My Rose, I said come here.”

  I inhale deeply and turn to stroll toward him. He swivels his chair to the side, which signals for me to walk around his desk, and I can’t help but bite my lip as I approach him.

  As soon as I’m within reach, he clasps my wrist and yanks me close. His hands squeeze my hips as he stares up at me with the same intensity as before.

  “I must say, you have a lot of nerve expecting me to talk to Sasha about her sex life. I can come up with only one reason why you’d do something so foolish.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’d like a punishment.”

  “I do always enjoy time in our hideaway.”

  “All you ever need to do is ask to go there, but instead, you put me in an uncomfortable situation. Talking about that shit with Greyson is hard enough. I should not have to discuss it with your sister.”

  My gaze falls to the floor. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry doesn’t cut it since you knew exactly how I’d feel before you told her to talk to me. For that reason, we’re not going to the hideaway.”

  I lift my eyes. “We’re not?”

  “No, you’re getting your punishment right here in this office, and I’m extra irritated since I had to wait for Sasha and Liam to fall asleep.”

  I try not to smile but fail. This sounds exciting, too.

  “I don’t know why you’re smiling. Baby, you don’t get to come. On top of that, you’re going to leave this room sore in all the right places, and I’ll consider whether or not to let you come tomorrow.”

  “Oh.”

  With a smug expression, he undoes my robe and removes the satin tie from its loops. He folds it, making it shorter. “I’m gagging you. Trust me; you’ll want to scream, and we can’t have you waking someone.”

  Once he places the gag in my mouth and ties it behind my head, he slips my robe over my shoulders and pulls my nightgown up over my head. After eyeing my bare breasts for several seconds, he drops to his knees and skirts my panties down my legs.

  My body quivers from the feel of it, and as soon as I step out of them, he runs his fingers over the crotch area. “Wet already.” His lips part with excitement, his breaths come faster, and I’m getting so turned on by it all. Dropping my panties to the floor, he skims his nose up my thigh and opens me up with his fingers.

  Gasping, I grab his hair as the urge to push his mouth on me takes over. I pull him toward my pussy, and he licks me roughly until I’m moaning against the fabric between my lips. “I bet you’d like to come.”

  Nodding, I try to speak, but my voice is muffled. He stares up at me with lust in his blue eyes as his fingers play with me. “Too bad that’s not happening tonight. I love to feel your trembling body unravel on my hot mouth.

  “Fuck, the way your juices soak my face is almost too much to handle.” He buries his lips against me again, and god, how I yearn for him to make me come.

  My muffled moans grow louder, along with my need for a release. My legs begin to buckle, so he clutches my bare ass and brings me in closer. Tugging harder on his hair, I sling my head back, and just when I’m about to come, he completely releases me and stands. I jerk my head down and groan at him in frustration.

  “Let this serve as a lesson to you. Don’t pull a stunt like that on me again.”

  Scowling, I watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his dress pants. He opens a desk drawer and removes something from it. Holding it up in front of me, I see it’s a pair of nipple clamps. “It’d give me great pleasure to shove your body over this desk and fuck you hard from behind, but since you’re carrying my child, I have to improvise.”

  He squeezes the bottom of one of the metal clamps, and it opens the rubber tips on the other end. Pulling my already protruding nipple out a little more, he snaps the clamp around it. From the sting of it, I yelp against the silk in my mouth. Damn, he has them set to pinch tightly.

  He proceeds to do the same to my other nipple, and once he’s finished, I look down at them and whimper. A chain connected to each clamp hangs between my breasts like a necklace. He pulls it downward, causing me to experience a tugging, stinging sensation.

  Lowering his pants and briefs, he sits in his office chair and brings me onto his lap. “Ride me. You’re gonna do it fast, and you better not come. Understood?”

  I barely nod since I can’t promise him I won’t orgasm. My body has a mind of its own where he’s concerned, and when his cock rubs my pussy a certain way, it’s near impossible not to climax.

  I sink onto his cock like it’s been lathered in lube. He’s stiff, and I’m soaked, and the fullness I feel from his girth leaves me gasping for breath around the gag.

  “Fuck,” he mutters as he pushes me down onto him. He leans over and bites my neck, his mouth leaving marks all along my shoulder. My head falls back, and slipping a hand up between us, he pulls down on the chain of the nipple clamps, creating another intense sting.

  My muscles clench around his cock, and unable to resist, I begin moving my body up and down, riding him the way he commanded.

  He grips my hips, and digging his fingertips against them, he pushes me down onto his shaft. Each thrust is forceful, and I feel the buildup of pleasure–the imminent release.

  I close my eyes to concentrate, to will the urge away, but it’s not working. I’m desperate to come. He tugs on the metal chain, again and again, and the clamps feel like they’re pinching tighter. My breasts are swollen and aching as the burning sensation encompasses them.

  Every ounce of them feels heavy, and each tug is driving me closer to an orgasm. Grasping my hips again, he bounces me harder and faster, and he’s close, too.

  My muscles clamp down, and like before, just as I’m about to come, he stops my movement. His growl could wake the house, and he doesn’t care, as he buries his pulsing cock and orgasms deep within me.

  “My bad girl, you would’ve come if I hadn’t stopped you,” he emits choppily. “I might have to make you wait longer for a release.”

  My eyes bulge over the thought of waiting even now. He has to make me come this instant. I protest his decision, and he smiles from the garbled sound of my voice as I go off on him.

  Yanking down the gag, he lifts his eyebrows. “Are you sure you want to tell me what you’re thinking?”

  I weigh the consequences of my possible actions. If I ever want to come again, I better keep my mouth shut. “No, Sir.” My breathing is harsh and shallow.

  Taking hold of each
nipple clamp, he slowly and torturously pulls them off my nipples. I scream from the pain, and he covers my mouth with his hand. He barely opened the rubber fuckers.

  He looks down at my tits and smiles.

  “Damn, baby, your nipples are swollen and fire-engine red.”

  “And sore as fuck. You have no idea how sensitive a pregnant woman’s breasts are.”

  “They’re just the way I wanted them. I hope your pussy’s sore, too. Now, go to bed. I’ll join you soon.”

  Grimacing, I climb off his lap and dress without a word. About the time I reach the door, I mumble, “Asshole.”

  “What was that?” he asks.

  “Asshole, Sir.”

  “Fuck, I love you.” I shake my head in disbelief over how much I love him, too, along with the torturous games we play. I will have an orgasm tomorrow, with or without his help.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Sasha

  “You have peanut butter on your cute face,” I say to Liam before I pick up his napkin and wipe the corners of his mouth. He smiles, and my heart melts. Since I’m no longer in a drug-induced state of existence, I truly see how special he is. My nephew’s smart, witty and overall a happy, well-behaved child.

  He was easygoing before Ellis was in his life, but now, he exudes this warm contentment I’ve never seen in him. So does my sister, and I want to experience it, too. I long to feel safe in this world and in my relationship with Greyson.

  The doorbell rings, so since Camilla is showering, I leave Liam to answer it. After what Christopher did to him, it’s going to be a long time before he runs to open the front door.

  “Oh, hi,” I say, sounding surprised.

  “Hi, can I come in?” Greyson asks.

  “Of course.” I step aside for him to enter, and as he passes me, he pauses and plants a kiss on my cheek.

  “I’ve missed you,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I’ve missed you, too. Liam’s in the kitchen, so I need to get back there.” He follows me, and as soon as Liam spots him, he gives his cousin a grin.

  “Hi, Geyson.”

  “Hi, kid. I see you’re still working on those r’s.” Liam gives him a puzzled look before he sticks his hand in the open Dorito’s bag I have sitting in the middle of the table. “And I see your aunt is passing on her unhealthy eating habits,” Greyson adds with a sexy smirk.

  Every part of him looks enticing today. He’s wearing black cargo shorts and a snug white t-shirt that’s barely holding in his bulging biceps. His blond hair is haphazardly styled and damp, and I can smell his drugging, clean scent.

  I roll my eyes. “I’m trying to make up for all the time I didn’t spoil him.” We stare at Liam in silence, and it quickly becomes awkward, so I go back to my chair and take a seat.

  “Did you plan on talking to me today? It’s almost one.” His expression is sad, and now I feel bad for bailing last night. My sister already guilted me about it this morning.

  “I’m sorry. I promise I was planning to drive home once Liam took his nap.” I glance to the kid, knowing he’s not gonna be happy hearing that word.

  “I don’t want a nap. Liam’s too big for naps.” Frowning, he pats his chest with one hand while the other reaches into the bag again.

  “Talking in third person is his new thing,” I say.

  Greyson runs a hand through his hair.

  “You’re stalling.”

  “No, what happened yesterday isn’t something we should discuss in front of him.”

  “All right. Will you please come home this evening so we can talk about it then?”

  “Yes. I can leave here soon if you’d like.”

  “I have to go see my parents first. They finally want me to come over. Well, my mother insists they do, but I don’t know if my father is ready to see me or not.”

  “Surely, they’re going to get past what happened with Whitney. It’s ridiculous that’s it’s taken them this long to reach out.”

  “I’d take you with me… I mean, I want you to meet them, but that’s only happening if they’re going to welcome you with open arms.”

  “Good luck with that.”

  Walking over to me, he kisses the top of my head.

  “One day soon, they’ll find out how amazing you are.” He steps back, and lifting my chin, he stares into my eyes. “Come home, OK? I missed you sleeping next to me last night.”

  “Sasha slept in my bed with me, and we made a tent on it and evewything.”

  I hear footsteps before Ellis and Camilla appear in the kitchen.

  “Hi,” they say in unison before glancing between Greyson and me.

  “Hi,” Greyson replies. “I was just leaving.”

  “Everything OK here?” Ellis asks.

  “Yes, I’m headed to see my parents, but I wanted to talk to Sasha first.”

  Looking at the table, Ellis frowns. “You’re feeding my kid junk again.” I realize not only is there a bag of chips on the table but also a half-eaten Hershey bar.

  “Uh, he ate his sandwich.” I pick up the bag and the clip to seal it shut, but Liam stretches out his hand to stop me.

  “No, use my tools to close it,” he insists as he stands up in his chair and reaches into his khaki shorts pocket. “See, it opens and closes, too.” He pulls something long from his pocket, and Camilla gasps.

  “Holy shit,” Greyson says before laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask as I try to figure out what Liam’s holding.

  “Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” Camilla says as she lunges for Liam and swipes what’s in his hand. “How did you get these?”

  “They were on Daddy’s desk. They’re my new tools.”

  “No, they’re not. Those are Daddy’s, and you don’t take things without asking.” My sister blasts Ellis with a look of astonishment, but then she smiles and blushes, and I wish I knew what I was missing here.

  “That’s some funny shit right there,” Greyson says before he slaps his cousin on the shoulder. “You need to do a better job at hiding your toys.”

  “Stop cursing in front of Liam.”

  Greyson’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? You’re worried about me cursing when your son is carrying around a pair of nipple clamps?”

  I suck in a breath and cover my mouth. I don’t know exactly what you do with those things, but since the word nipple is in the title, I can take a guess.

  Smiling, Ellis brandishes the same flushed look as my sister.

  “Weren’t you leaving?”

  Slinging his head back, Greyson chuckles again.

  “Yeah, I’m leaving.” He looks back at me, and in a breath, his serious expression returns. “I’ll see you at home later, right?”

  “I promise.”

  Greyson

  I exhale the second long breath of the day. Ringing Ellis and Camilla’s doorbell turned out OK. Let’s discover the outcome from ringing my parents’. I push the buzzer, and my mother, Mary Ann, soon opens it.

  “Greyson, I’m so glad you came.” I walk inside and give her a hug. As she squeezes me, I smell the floral perfume she’s worn all my life. It’s comforting, and I must admit that I’m a momma’s boy. Releasing me, she cups my cheeks. “I’ve missed you.”

  It seems to be the phrase of the day.

  “I’ve missed you, too, Mom.” Her green eyes are vivid today, and her golden-blond strands are being held up in the back by a claw-like contraption women often wear in their hair. For some reason, the things fascinate me. I recall Liam holding the nipple clamps, which open and close, and I fight a laugh.

  Inquisitive like the Burkes before him, he will undoubtedly take the world by storm. I need my own little Burke someday. Before Sasha entered my life, I didn’t want children, but maybe it was only because I didn’t want them with Whitney.

  “Come back to earth, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?” my mother asks.

  “Oh, sorry. You said you wanted to talk?”

  “Right, yes. I made your favorite–lemonade and ch
ocolate chip cookies. Your father’s already sitting on the patio, and I was thinking we could join him.”

  “This isn’t an ambush, is it?”

  Tilting her head to the side, she smiles.

  “No, Greyson. We asked you over to make things right. Go on out there, and I’ll grab the drinks and cookies.”

  I scratch the back of my head, a nervous habit I’ve had for ages, and trudge my way through the immaculate ranch home. I inhale the scent of baked goods first and then the rich scent of new leather furniture. My mom must have redecorated again.

  Their home’s décor is rugged and wilderness-like, inspired by our Colorado and Texas roots, but it’s sparkling clean like some sterile Manhattan penthouse. I get my neatness honestly.

  Opening the back door, I step onto the patio. My father’s back is to me, and he’s smoking a cigar, something he’s only allowed to do outside.

  I walk up beside him. “Dad…”

  Without looking back, he points to the chair next to him.

  “Hi, son. Have a seat.”

  As I pull out my chair, the unobstructed sun beams down on me. With the comfortable seventies June temperatures today, it feels good outside, and once I sit down, I use the opportunity to look upward.

  I never take the Colorado sky for granted. I’ve traveled to many parts of the world and have yet to find a sky as deep a blue as this one. “I’m glad you came,” he says.

  “I’m glad I was finally invited.”

  “You know, I’m not a man of many words, so I’ll keep this short but sincere.” He takes a drag off his cigar and gradually exhales the smoke. “Your mother and I were in the wrong by not telling you about the inheritance.

  “It was kept from you out of love, but we realize now that it was a mistake. We should’ve told you as soon as your Grandpa Orson died, when we learned of the stipulations attached to the money.”

  “I agree you should’ve told me, but I’m not buying one bit that you were only sparing me the details for the sake of my heart. You wanted that money.”

  He holds his hand out. “Who wouldn’t want seventy-five million dollars? I don’t understand how you don’t, and I also don’t think being married to Whitney Peterson for a handful of years to acquire that wealth is a bad deal.”