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with her trying to push him away. That he was willing to lay down rules.

Didn’t necessarily mean she’d instantly obey him, of course. Some of his rules were kind of crazy. Like the one where she had to sit on his knee.

Oh, like you aren’t enjoying where you’re sitting right now.

Well, of course she was. But that wasn’t the point.

“Georgie, you listening to me?”

“What?” In went more food.

She screwed up her nose and swallowed. “Stop that.”

“Someone keeps having arguments with herself in her head instead of eating. We need to clean you up a bit. You’re a messy eater. Might have to get you a bib.”

She froze as he stood with her in his arms. “You did read my kindle!”

He looked down at her. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that. Not without just cause.”

“Just cause?”

“If you were in danger.”

“I can’t imagine my kindle would help get me out of any danger.”

“Me either, but I guess you never know.” He set her down on the counter then wet a cloth and wiped the mess off her legs. “Stay there.” He pressed his hand to her thigh, giving her a firm look before strolling back to the table to grab their food.

He put both plates next to her on the counter and speared up some more. She ate it then wrinkled her nose “It’s cold.”

“I wonder why,” he said dryly.

He put her plate in the microwave. While it was heating up, he finished up his. Seemed he liked cold mac ‘n cheese. Weird.

“You don’t need to heat it up, I really can’t eat much more.”

“Five more bites,” he countered. “Then you get a treat.”

A treat? What kind of a treat? She was thinking maybe his idea of a treat and hers were different. Because if he was talking about coating his cock in chocolate and offering it to her . . .

Then yeah, she was totally behind that.

“You really didn’t read my books?” she whispered.

“No. But I’m dying to now.” He grabbed her plate from the microwave, putting it next to her on the counter. Then he stepped between her legs, pressing them apart. He forked up some more food. Instead of feeding it to her, he blew on it then tested the temperature.

He blew on it again.

“Um, you really don’t need to blow on my food.”

“It’s a bit too hot. You’d burn yourself.”

She probably shouldn’t let him take over like this. Right? Urgh, she wished her mind would stop arguing with itself.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand and ran his finger around the palm. She shivered and tried to draw her hand back. It was ticklish, but there was something strangely sexy about it. As though all her senses became honed in on that one area.

“Eyes on mine,” he commanded.

She raised her gaze, her eyes caught by his as he continued to run his finger around her palm. Somehow, she could almost feel the same touch on her clit. Circling the throbbing nub.

“That’s better,” he said in a low voice.

“W-what did you do that for?”

“You were stuck in your head and you needed to be pulled free. Be warned, if that happens then no matter where we are, I’m going to pull you out. However I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a selfish asshole that wants your attention on me at all times?”

Yeah. She didn’t believe that. Oh, he might want her attention but not because he was selfish. He wouldn’t have brought her to his home if he was. Plus, he’d taken time off work to care for her, using up his vacation time.

He fed her a mouthful and she ate as she thought.

“That’s not it.”

“Maybe it’s because when you go into your head, this sad look comes into your eyes. You look lost and alone, and I don’t like it.”

She did? Shoot. “I thought I was good at hiding my emotions.”

“You are. But I’m also good at reading people.”

“What does that mean, however you have to?”

“It means just what I said. I’ll use whatever methods I need to get your attention and pull you free. What I just did worked this time, if it doesn’t next time well, I need to choose a different method.”

She wasn’t sure what that different method might be. Or if she even wanted to know.

He held up another forkful.

He wanted her to sit on his lap. He wanted her kisses. He wanted to feed her. He called her things like little girl. He joked about bibs and diapers.

Holy sugar balls.

“Figured out what you want to say?” He gave her another bite. That was three.

Okay, so she was intrigued by what the treat was, so sue her.

“You’re a Dom, aren’t you?”

“Sure am.” Another forkful.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Before I brought you here to stay with me?”

“Before I agreed to stay with you,” she corrected. “Didn’t you think that was something I should know if we’re going to do . . . to have . . . “

“If we’re going to have a relationship, isn’t it something you need to know?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Her stomach was starting to riot. She didn’t think she could take much more. Or maybe it was just the subject of this conversation.

“You’re totally right. It is. Which is why I was going to talk to you about it today. Once you were feeling better and settled. One more to go.” He fed her the mouthful. “That’s my good girl.”

Shoot. Those words sent a shiver through her body.

“You like that, don’t you? Being my good girl. Maybe there’s something you should have been telling me.”

“I’ve only read about it, I’ve never . . . “

“Been involved with a Dom?”

He cleaned up the kitchen while she sat there. She tried to get down at one stage and he just sent her a look. One that told her to stay put or she’d be in trouble.

She stayed put.

A look of satisfaction filled his face.

“I don’t want to be tied up and whipped,” she blurted out as he grabbed two bottles of water from the

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