Master of the Inn(18)
“How far do you like to go?”
“That depends on my partner. I’ve been with some very submissive women and I’ve also had women who liked to pretend they were submissive.” He thought back to his experiences with Cora. She’d found out through a mutual friend what kind of games he had been into and approached him. She wanted to be tied up and spanked. The more time they spent together the more she wanted from him emotionally. He couldn’t give her what she needed.
Elyse also seemed to be lost in thought.
“Hey.” He tilted her chin again. “Did you enjoy the time we spent in the bedroom?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” She blushed. “I’ve never had three orgasms in one night. Not ever.”
“I’m flattered.”
“You’re good.”
“Let’s see where this goes.” He swiped his thumb across her bottom lip. “No expectations.”
“Will that be enough for you?”
He had to find a way to replace her insecurities. He leaned in and kissed her, running his hand along the side of her body. “What do you think?” He took her hand and moved it over his hardening cock. “If we’re keeping track of mind-blowing climaxes this evening, I believe you owe me one.”
“Hmm.” She pushed him onto his back and took his length into her palm. “Is this what you had in mind?” She kissed his neck as she stroked him.
“For now.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her to his lips. “We have all night to even the score.”
Chapter Seven
The chilly October air whistled around the inn. All of the leaves had changed color and begun to blanket the property creating a postcard picture. Elyse looked out the kitchen windows as she waited for the last batch of her homemade chocolate chip cookies to finish.
She’d packed the picnic basket. It was cooler than she had expected, but she wanted to spend the afternoon outside. She’d remembered a rustic old gazebo not far back behind the inn. The former owners used to host walking tours along the trails. She thought the spot would be a perfect place for her and Logan to have lunch. He’d been working so hard on the renovations these past two weeks and making wonderful progress that she thought he deserved a special lunch.
Just as Elyse took the cookie sheets from the oven, Logan popped his head in.
“It smells wonderful in here. Is it lunch time?”
“You’re always hungry.” She turned to find him standing there in his faded blue jeans spattered with paint stains and a worn very soft looking gray flannel shirt. Her stomach tingled as her eyes crawled all the way down to his work boots. Her mind wandered back to yesterday’s escapades. They never made it up the stairs and Logan never made it out of those boots.
“I can’t help it.” His voice pulled her from her wicked thoughts. “Everything always smells so good in here. You’ve been in this kitchen all morning. What are you up to?”
She placed the first batch of cookies in a container and tossed them in the basket. “I thought we could go for a picnic.”
“It’s a little cool outside but if that’s what you’d like to do.”
“Is that gazebo out by the trail still there?”
He nodded. “You remember that old thing?”
“It had so much character. I used to dream I’d get married under it.” She laughed, but then stopped and remembered what had brought her to Pleasure Inn in the first place. My dream. The details were vague, but she’d dreamt of an elaborate wedding to a faceless man. She couldn’t picture him but she woke up feeling warm and loved. The next day she packed a bag and headed for Connecticut realizing there was nothing keeping her in New York.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” She looked up at him. “I’m just remembering how pretty it was.”
“Like everything else here at the Inn, that gazebo needs some work.” He picked up the picnic basket off the table. “Come down to the foyer; I want to show you something.”
He took her hand and led her down the main hallway to the front of the inn. “What do you think?”
“Logan, it’s beautiful! It’s so charming.” She let go of his hand and moved toward the antique desk that he’d placed at the entrance. “Where did you find this?”
“In the basement. There are tons of pieces of furniture and paintings stored down there. When I saw this desk, I thought it would be perfect for the reception area.”
“It’s wonderful.” She ran her hand along the smooth, cherry wood. “And it goes so well with the color of the wood of the staircase. The guests will get such a welcoming feeling when they walk through the doors.”