Vulnerable (19 page)

“I was hurt and disappointed. I was furious.”

Ross nodded. “And if you had stayed?”

“I, I don’t know what I might have done. I came to tell you, and it felt so wrong, so I told her to have you call me when you could, and I left.”

Ross knew he had missed something. He debated a moment and then said, “You should have stayed, Elise. Do you remember my promise to you?”

She nodded. “You told me you would never hurt me, never cheat on me.”

“And yet you believe I broke my promise.”

Elise searched his face, and her face paled, leaving no evidence of her previous high color. She closed her eyes and then opened them after a long moment, and they were clear and calm. She stood and began to remove her clothing, carefully folding each item and placing it on the chair. When she was naked, she knelt at his feet and bowed her head, quiet and submissive. Ross put his hand on her head and soaked in the moment before drawing her up to sit on his lap.

“Maura will be gone, Elise. I didn’t have time to take care of it, because I was heading out to find my wayward submissive. And Jason thought he should toss her out for me, but he’s in a bit of a tenuous position seeing as it was him doing her, and being one of the bosses and all…Well, he’ll have to let me do the honors. I apologize for not listening to your assessment of her.”

Elise said nothing, simply leaned into him, boneless and relaxed. “Why didn’t you stay, Elise?”

She stretched in his hold like a big cat and tipped her head back to smile like the one who had caught the canary. “I thought I had to protect our child, Ross. I was wrong.”

He thought someone had punched him in the gut and had the most insane urge to run out onto the street with her in his arms, to share their news with the world. He felt like the most virile man on the face of the planet, and he marveled at how smug he felt. Ross caught Elise’s face between his hands and kissed her until neither of them could breathe.

When he thought he could maintain a stern visage, he spoke again. “I suppose that news affected your thinking, Elise. I’ll let it go this time.”

Elise touched his cheek with her fingertips, tracing the mark she had left earlier. “You shouldn’t.”

Ross shook his head. “I won’t endanger our baby, Elise. It’s vanilla for the next, how many months?”

Elise pouted. “Seven.”

“Well then, vanilla for seven months, honey, and then we’ll see. And the venue will be the Club.”

He could smell her arousal as she responded to the dark intent in his voice and reveled in the effect he had on her. He took her hand and placed it on his cock. She released him from his pants efficiently and moved to straddle him, her wet folds stroking him, tantalizing him. There was no need for words. He took her by the hips and lifted her, his cock pointing like an arrow to her core. He lowered her, and she supported her weight on her knees, making every inch of her sheath create a slow drag and clasp. Ross fought to maintain control, his brain shouting to him that he was to be a father, his heart swelling with love for Elise, while his cock cared only that it had found its home.

She seated herself fully and leaned back, her spine arched, hair flowing around her shoulders, her face glowing. Ross looked down to where they were joined and reached to gently stroke her clit. Elise clenched on him and began to rock and then hitch in small increments up and down on his shaft, the silken heat of her warming him to his soul. She shuddered, her pussy rippling along his length, and opened her eyes to stare into his as his own orgasm came over him and bathed them both with heat.

“Mine.” Ross stroked her belly and pulled her close.

“Yours.”

THE END

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Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada, with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks, too! After reading an erotic romance quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied—when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.

Allyson writes whenever the mood strikes her, sometimes in the middle of the night when she is awake and simply thinking about life. She hears others talk about their lives and relationships and is inspired to recreate some of their passions and dreams within her characters.

She can write for hours at a time, quite lost as the story unfolds, or haul out the little book she always carries with her to jot thoughts and ideas down as they occur, whether in the local grocery store or while out walking with her dogs. She sometimes has two or three stories on the go at the same time, not that they all come to fruition.

The BDSM lifestyle intrigues her, and as she continues to do her research, it becomes ever clearer that the players and the levels of involvement are as varied as any other interest people may have. She claims poetic licence and may offend the purists! There is always a flavour of the dominant male in everything she writes, but the women ultimately are appreciated and cherished and have the power in the relationship, despite the fact that their love is sometimes quite blind.

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