Elizabeth SaFleur

Jonathan took her hand. __hristiana.___es?_ Her rosebud lips parted on an involuntary sigh, and his imagination got the better of his intellect. It took every ounce of control to not crush her . . . take her right then and there.__ shouldn__ have . . . ._ He had no right to her. She had not given herself to him. He had yet to even ask, and he shouldn__. Washington was unforgiving in many matters and getting involved with a nineteen year-old would prove fatal. He already tested the boundaries with his sexual proclivities.__o, please. Do it again.

What will happen if I say yes?___hat you want. What you__e probably always wanted.__er eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. __es.

The loud rasp of leather yanked through Carson__ belt loops sent her attention to his torso.__hat are you doing?_ London__ panicked gaze shot to his face.__ don__ have a collar on me.___ am wholly disinterested in being collared.___ne weekend, London._ He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. __f you__e disappointed at any time, you can walk. I__l never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one__nd I mean no one__ut us will know.___ould you put that in writing?_ Her eyes filled with mischief.Priceless. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing.____l do one better._ He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips.____ not a notch on a belt.___ou could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You__e the whole belt, sugar.__er face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she__ be safe, here and at work. London needn__ have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked.__ay yes or no._ He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. __ut say yes.___hat will happen if I say yes?___hat you want. What you__e probably always wanted.__er eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. __es.

He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into him with an unyielding strength. She__ been unmistakably seized.

Her inexperience demanding to be overturned intrigued him. She__ called him a gentleman. He was. When shown a door, he__ been taught to open it.

Most politicians_ voices dripped with air kisses and firm handshakes, affable and approachable, telling you what you wanted to hear. But Jonathon Brond had an edge. The man didn__ hide the power in his voice.

He brought his lips and hot breath close to her ear. __nd once I have you bound and helpless, how should I take you? Missionary? From behind? Against the wall?_ He pulled back to face her. __r all ways?__he inched her legs further apart, and nodded.

I always wondered. If_ Her mouth was on autopilot.__f what, Ella?___f I crossed your mind wherever you were.___ou don__ cross my mind, Ella. You live in it._ He tugged her closer to him.

She__ never been the kind of woman who angered over being told what to do. She__ never felt unequal or demeaned in a submissive role, rather more like a helpmate and compliment to her lover. And, she__ never once asked why God had made her this way. She didn__ care why. She just wanted to play her part__nd for her part to have value.

I__ not a notch on a belt.___ou could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You__e the whole belt, sugar.

She wanted to know what his body would feel like under her hands. Her palms slid, almost as if under someone else__ control, under his jacket until she embraced his waist. His jacket, now parted on either side of her, left only a thin shirt and her dress between her belly and the ridges she felt across his abdomen. She was right about what she__ imagined under his suit.