MisplacedLessons by Mari Carr and Lexxie Couper Page B

think that would make him feel better? “We’ll
talk about it later.”
    Amy looked determined to finish the conversation now.
“Andrew—”
    “Stand up.” He’d waited all day to take her. His patience
had officially run out.
    Amy glanced around the room and graced him with a
mischievous grin. “Kitchen again?”
    The idea of stretching her out over the table once more had
its merits.
    “No.” He preferred taking her in the comfort of his own bed,
seeing her displayed, naked on his silk sheets. The sheets were an indulgence,
one that Harper gave him shit for. She’d called him a player when he’d first
brought them home, despite the fact he hadn’t invited a woman back to their
house in years. Amy was the first to sleep between those sheets with him.
    Together they stood and Andrew grasped her hand. As they
walked through the foyer, he picked up his single bag of purchases. He’d
insisted on only one stop as they’d toured the city. A sex shop. They’d spent
nearly an hour picking out the bagful of toys.
    She laughed when he grabbed the bag and started up the
stairs. “I think it’s going to be a very good night.”
    “Strip,” he commanded when they entered his room.
    Amy unfastened her jeans, shimmying them off. “What about
you?” she asked, as he watched her without removing any clothing.
    “I’ll get there. Eventually. Continue.”
    Amy wasted no time removing the rest of her clothes. He
loved her lack of reserve, her seductive poise. Confidence radiated from her.
Andrew had never realized how sexy that trait was.
    “Why do you belong to a sex club?”
    He sighed. She wasn’t going to let the argument go. “When I
was younger, I discovered I had a taste for BDSM.”
    “Let me guess. You’re the Dom.”
    Andrew laughed. “Usually. I’ll admit you’ve been giving me a
run for my money.”
    “Is that why you won’t take me to Velvet Chains? Because
you’re worried I’ll give away the fact that you’re really a giant teddy bear.”
    “Jesus. Is that what you think of me? Looks like I need to
step up my game.”
    She ran her hand along the bedspread. “Actually, I like it
when you take control. Doesn’t that make me a submissive?”
    He shook his head. “You have submissive qualities, but no, I
don’t think you’ll ever truly be someone’s sub.”
    She frowned. “I disagree.”
    Whether Amy knew it or not, she was presenting a challenge
he found impossible to resist. “When I ask for something, I expect it to be
done without question or hesitation.”
    “Oooh. Yes Sir.” She struck a pose he was sure she meant to
be silly, but it looked far too sexy for his aching libido. No one tested his
ability to go slowly like Amy.
    “Amy—”
    “I took off my clothes when you asked.”
    “Fine. You want a demonstration? Go sit in the middle of the
bed. Place your back against the headboard.”
    Her face brightened as she climbed on the bed. He almost
hated to prove she was wrong. She definitely liked the idea of pleasing him. So
long as it pleased her too. She was too headstrong to ever truly submit. In the
past that information would have been a red flag for him. A sign for him to
move on.
    Right now, it was more temptation than he could resist.
    He walked to the foot of the bed as Amy took the position he
requested. “Open your legs.”
    Again, she obeyed.
    “Are you wet?”
    She nodded. “Bloody oath.”
    He narrowed his gaze. “You had it right before. The correct
answer is ‘Yes Sir’.”
    Amy hesitated, her face showing how much that little
response bothered her when it wasn’t being spoken in jest. Then she licked her
lips and said, “Yes Sir.”
    He fought to restrain his grin. That had rubbed against the
grain.
    He forged on, wanting to see how far he could push her.
“Lift your breasts up.”
    This time she reacted without a thought. His Aussie wildcat
had no inhibitions about displaying herself to him. Her breasts were firm and
full, the perfect complement to her