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

think you might be exactly what she needs. And maybe she’s what you need too.” Patrick shrugged. “This is who you are. Denying that isn’t doing either of you any favors.”
    Denying it would be impossible. He certainly couldn’t be around her again, wanting her like this. But…
    “That’s not the only reason,” Jack said quietly. “You know this isn’t what Eve wanted.”
    Patrick took Jack’s glass from his hand. “Maybe you have to put Eve aside and do what’s right for you for a little while.” He knocked back all that was left and then grinned. “After all, kissing Lilly made you forget about your anniversary.”
    Jack blinked, shocked. Grief stabbed him, his breathing tight with shame. For a year he’d felt as though he was missing a limb, unable to take a step without Eve in his thoughts, and yet somehow yesterday he hadn’t spent a single moment recalling the day he’d bound his life to hers.
    “But if you’re in no rush to tap that fine piece of ass,” Patrick continued, “I might just move in and do it for you. I know my way around a rope and a spanking.”
    A flash of anger seared across Jack’s vision. The idea of Patrick, or anyone else, touching Lilly made his blood boil. He wanted to be the one to make her beg and cry with painful pleasure, to be responsible for the flush of her skin and feel the wet heat between her legs.
    Patrick held up his hands in surrender. “I’m kidding. Jesus, Jack. You looked like you were about to rip my throat out.”
    Jack looked down to discover clenched fists. Shit.
    Patrick whistled and shook his head. “Sex with a girl in her twenties. Man, you’re gonna be glad I kept dragging your ass to tennis all these years.” He picked up the bottle and stood. “Come now, Master. Let’s get this back where it belongs. I don’t want to have to put you on lockdown again.”
    When his friend finally left, Jack retreated to his home office in the attic. It was Josh’s old room, but he’d been using it as a study for years. After booting up his computer, he signed into Facebook and navigated to Lilly’s profile. Once again, he focused on her photo, this time understanding the heartbreak in her expression, and why her smile didn’t seem genuine.
    He sat back and sighed. She thought of herself as broken, but underneath her scars she was courageous and brave. She proved it at the diner, and in how she baited him in the hallway. She bit back, and it made him want to bite her even harder.
    Biting Lilly. Fuck.
    Could he do this? The idea of writing up a contract with her sounded so shallow, but then again, she was a submissive. He was a Dominant.
    This was who they were.
    Jack closed his eyes. Eve knew being dominant was a part of him, both when she agreed to wear his collar and when she insisted he take it off. This wasn’t what she’d asked of him, but maybe that was okay. This had nothing to do with falling in love. Lilly simply wanted to be dominated again, and he could offer her that.
    It didn’t have to be a long-term thing. They could just do it once—scratch this itch and satisfy the hunger between them. And then he’d kiss her sweet, pouty lips until she was begging for his touch. Until he’d driven her into a trembling wreck of sex and submission and made her come for him over and over and over again.
    Cracking his knuckles, Jack opened his eyes, straightened his posture and began to type.

Chapter Twelve
    The words on Lilly’s computer screen had started to swim. Her eyes burned, and she squeezed them shut to force them to focus. It didn’t help that she barely got any rest the night before. She’d been taunted by different nightmares, ones that reminded her how she’d wanted Jack to do the very thing she swore she’d never allow anyone to do to her again.
    It had all happened so fast. She’d guessed what Jack might do if she called him Sir again, and she’d been right. She loved his reaction, and as much as she couldn’t believe it, the