Club Shadowlands (19 page)

“What would you do with my number?”

The corner of his mouth rose as he touched her other nipple. “Call you and ask you out to dinner. Talk to you somewhere besides in bed, much as I enjoy having you here.”

The air was definitely gone; she couldn’t seem to breathe. He wanted more than just sex? Wanted to actually get to know her? Or was this more of the domination stuff, only elsewhere? She hesitated. “Do I call you Sir at a restaurant?”

“No, kitten.” Now it was really a smile. “I’m Zachary until we reach the club…or the bedroom.”

Her smile equaled his. “I can do that,” she said softly as joy filled her.

“However, right now, we’re in the bedroom,” he murmured, moving hard inside her,

“and I do believe you just swore at me.” The stern line of his mouth promised retribution and ominous amusement filled his eyes. “Give me your wrists.”

Her eyes widened in apprehension even as arousal blazed through her body. “Yes, Sir.”

THE END

Cherise Sinclair

A bio? Honestly, my dears, I'd rather hear about you.

But, here goes: I live in the west with my beloved husband, two children, and various animals including three cats who rule the household. Over the years, I've lived in many states and worked at a multitude of jobs before settling down to writing. Finally meeting other authors was a huge relief; apparently I'm not the only person to have a mind populated with characters talking, arguing, and having hot sex.