His Contract: Legally Bound, Book 1 by Rebecca Grace Allen Page A

move with the intent of putting her in her place, and yet it made her practically melt to the floor. He seemed to know what would coax out her submissive side—he could practically smell the kink on her. But, God, the way she looked when she admitted what she wanted. How she’d called him Sir again, and meant it. The vicious, primal urge that word sparked became all that was driving him, and while he’d tried to harness it, to put it back in its cage, it was pacing behind the bars, wanting to be set free again.
    Jack rubbed his hands over his face. “I can’t believe I did this.”
    “It was just a kiss, Jack. Don’t make a fucking soap opera out of it.”
    “Remind me why we’re friends?”
    “Because you’re a pervert and I’m a pig,” Patrick said. “So if kissing her was so unbelievable, what the hell are you waiting for?”
    “What am I waiting for? She and I can’t have a relationship.”
    “Who said anything about a relationship?”
    “We’re back to this, now? One-night stands?” Jack reached for the bottle and topped off his glass. “I can’t do that. I’m involved in her life now. She trusts me.”
    No doubt she’d trust him right into his playroom. But no matter how crazed he was to see her kneeling before him, she might be too hurt by her past to handle it, even for a few dark, passionate hours. And then where would that leave them?
    “It doesn’t have to be one night,” Patrick said, grinning like the day he discovered his father’s porn stash.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Why couldn’t you come up with some kind of agreement? Talk your shit out beforehand, and then go for it.”
    “A contract?” Jack considered the idea, but shook it off. “You’re out of your mind.”
    “I’m telling you—people do this.”
    “How the hell do you know?”
    “How the hell do you not know?”
    “Because, damn it, Eve and I didn’t have a contract!”
    It was something he’d researched, along with the checklist of limits he’d presented her when they decided to make BDSM a part of their lives. But Eve had simply shrugged and said if there was anything she was uncomfortable with, she’d let him know.
    “Well, think about having one now. You both get what you want, and there’s no baggage to deal with.”
    Jack stared at his glass and thought about Lilly’s tortured little noises. The desperation in her kiss. It was an enticing proposition, but he couldn’t entertain it. There was too much at stake for both of them.
    “She wouldn’t be interested,” he insisted, needing it to be true. “Not after what she’s been through.”
    “Really? She let you kiss her after meeting you—what? Twice? I’d say anything is fair game.”
    “And what if Nick found out? Or Brady? Or Josh? They’d hate us.”
    “Oh, please. How would Josh ever know? He’s thousands of miles away. Brady would be happy you’re finally getting some. Means you’d be less of an asswipe once in a while. And you and Lilly are consenting adults. Her brother doesn’t have a say in who she sleeps with.”
    Sleeping with Lilly.
    Jack’s body stiffened, from his jaw through his spine and down to his dick. But it wouldn’t be just sex. He’d want all of her, want her to lay herself bare so he could dismantle all those walls she’d put up. Would she be ready for that when behind those walls she was hurting, her wounds pink and raw?
    Jack swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Who am I to teach her anything about submission?”
    “This isn’t torts class, Jack. You’re not getting graded.”
    He laughed, but it was a tight, uncomfortable sound. This wasn’t a lecture, wasn’t something he could give her readings to prepare for and discuss. Then again, maybe he could do that. She knew so little about the lifestyle, and he’d certainly read more than his share.
    No. That was crazy. She didn’t need a professor. She needed someone to heal her wounds. “It wouldn’t work. I can’t be what Lilly needs.”
    “I