“Would you be terribly shocked to know I’m a dominatrix?”
His gaze snared hers. The road, the park, it was all forgotten when she’d uttered that one word. “As in you like to make your men lick your boots and call you mistress?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
Jake could well imagine a man on his hands and knees begging her to put him out of his misery. Hell, he was damn near begging himself. He turned his attention back to the road. “Hmm, I see.”
“Are you turned off now?”
Jake grinned. She might be a dominatrix, but she was still vulnerable enough to wonder if she appealed to him. “Let me put it this way: My cock hasn’t shown any signs of relaxing since you licked hot fudge off your spoon.”
“I did not lick it.”
“Oh, you licked it. All I could think about was how good that little tongue would feel on my cock.”
“I might be persuaded to show you, but you’ll have to ask nicely first.”
“You’re a very bad girl, Roni.”
“Do you like bad girls, Jake?”
Her soft voice floated over his body like a caress. “I like you. Good, bad or otherwise. You and I are going to fit like a glove.”
“You’re willing to submit to me?”
“How about we go with the flow here, sweetheart. No expectations.” He turned a corner before asking, “Trust me?”
For a heart-stopping minute Jake worried she would ask to be taken back to her car. He began mentally working on his persuasion technique when she murmured, “Yes, I trust you.”
He reached across the middle console and took her hand. “Good girl.”
4
“So, what’s at the park you want to show me?”
The change in topic wasn’t fooling him one damn bit. She was as hungry for sex as he. “It’s a secret.”
He heard her sigh. “Do you know you can be very annoying at times?”
“My brother has mentioned that a few times.”
“You have a brother? Is he older or younger?”
“Spencer is older by five years. He’s married and has a daughter, Lisa. She works for me. You’ve talked to her on the phone.”
“Oh yeah, she seems sweet.”
“She’s a little flighty and I’m constantly wondering how she talked me into giving her the job.”
“Because you love her.”
He rolled his eyes. “She’s got me wrapped around her pinky.”
“You’re her uncle, of course she has you wrapped. But, be firm too, she needs boundaries.”
“I try, then she gives me that look and I cave.”
She laughed. “Females learn that look at birth.”