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Jack withdrew from her, disposed of the condom, then lay down beside her again,

taking her hand in his.

“You enjoy your traditional sex, cher?”

Too quick for her liking, Morgan remembered Jack telling her that she wasn’t wired

for traditional. He’d only gone along with this now to prove his point. And she’d known

that from the beginning, refusing to accept that maybe…just maybe, he’d been right.

“Did you?” he prodded.

Morgan sighed. It was time to make a decision: Either keep running, keep denying

how much she craved and responded to Jack’s domination or accept that, at least when

she was with him, she needed more than traditional.

She drew in a ragged breath and brushed away the scald of her hot tears. His dark

gaze was at once approachable, understanding—and blistering with explicit desire.

Everything inside Morgan leapt in response. Suddenly, she knew she had no choice.

“Please take me to your playroom and fuck me as you see fit.” She swallowed. “Sir.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Jack stilled, everything inside him froze. Shock, relief, jubilation, and something like

warm, sweet honey spreading through his chest all tumbled over one another in a rush of

emotion he wasn’t accustomed to. Despite all that, he paused.

Morgan’s eyes misted with tears. Her chin trembled. Sighing, Jack restrained himself

from snatching her into his arms and darting down the hall to lock her behind his

playroom door. But not without great effort. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe that one

mediocre vanilla fuck had convinced Morgan she was a born submissive. She had layers

and layers of guilt about something he didn’t understand. And she wouldn’t reach her

full potential or full happiness until she got through it.

Since he planned to make her his—and would happily kill Brandon or any other son

of a bitch who thought she belonged to them—Jack figured he’d better get to the bottom

of Morgan’s issues now. He hoped, right now, so she could begin to acknowledge him as

her master, her lover, the man she could depend on to care for her in all ways.

Jack leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Why?”

She didn’t answer for a long time. Instead, she sat up, drew her legs up to her naked

chest, and set her head on her knees. He didn’t prod, didn’t touch, just waited.

Finally, she lifted her misty gaze to him again, proving she’d been shedding silent

tears. “You said I wasn’t wired for vanilla sex. I–I didn’t want to believe it, but I think

that just proved your point.”

Damn. She’d just made two admissions he had to deal with—and he had to tread

carefully. Easy first, with a slide into the more difficult.

“How did I prove my point?”

Those arched ginger brows of hers snapped together to form a scowl, which

questioned his sanity. “Did our sex just blow your socks off?”

He smiled, doing his best to keep the mood light while he could. “I’m not wearing

any.”

Morgan wasn’t amused. “So you think this is funny now?”

“No, cher,” he soothed. “It did not blow my socks off, but I didn’t expect it to. I

accepted long ago that I don’t like vanilla anything, even ice cream. Tell me what it was

like for you.”

A subtle command. Morgan hesitated, grappled. Then she capitulated.

“What we did…it was nice. Pleasant, like a picnic. I liked just being close to you more

than I liked the actual sex.” Tears pooled in her eyes, and her blue eyes reflected turmoil.

“I didn’t expect that. I kept wishing for…more. For a word or command— some

indication of what you wanted, how you felt. Something that connected us. Something

more intense.”

The relief and jubilation rushed back over Jack. When he’d agreed to sex without

domination, he’d hoped this would be Morgan’s response…but he hadn’t known for

sure. She was turning out to be everything he’d believed, wanted to find for years. Still,

he had to tread carefully.

“Your past vanilla experiences, were they satisfying?”

She cast him a vaguely guilty expression. “No. I…no.”

Ah. There was a wealth of meaning there. He could have chastised her for imagining

that she could enjoy simple sex, but she had to experience the difference for herself. One

of the qualities he adored about her was that she had a strong mind and will, and she

wanted to use them. Even if it made waiting for her to catch on to this discovery

frustrating.

“Why did you think it would be different with me?”

Morgan lifted one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “You affect me more than anyone