Her stomach fluttered as she nodded.
His big hands closed on each side of her face. “Come back with me to the mountain, Becca. Be our cook and paint during the summers, and in the winters we'll go wherever you want to vacation.” He took a breath, and his gaze grew more intense. “And be my sub.”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders. She nodded again.
“All of it, little rebel?”
“All of it.” She smiled as joy whipped across her body almost like a blow from a flogger. “Sir.”
“Well, in that case”-Logan pulled something out of his pocket and put it around her neck-“I'm marking you so I don't have to worry about you straying off with some asshole Dom. It says you're committed-to
She heard a tiny
He waited, holding up the key, giving her the chance to protest.
She took the key and tucked it into his leathers' pocket, then pulled him down for a kiss that made the room break out in cheers.
Cherise Sinclair
Now everyone thinks summer romances never go anywhere, right? Well…that’s not always true.
I met my dearheart when vacationing in the Caribbean. Now I won’t say it was love at first sight. Actually, since he was standing over me, enjoying the view down my swimsuit top, I might even have been a tad peeved-as well as attracted. But although our time together there was less than two days, and although we lived in opposite sides of the country, love can’t be corralled by time or space.
We’ve now been married for many, many years. (And he still looks down my swimsuit tops.)
Nowadays, I live in the west with this obnoxious, beloved husband, two children, and various animals, including three cats who rule the household. I’m a gardener, and I love nurturing small plants until they’re big and healthy and productive…and ripping defenseless weeds out by the roots when I’m angry. I enjoy thunderstorms, playing Scrabble and Risk, and being a soccer mom. My favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch next to the master of my heart, watching the fire, reading, and…well…if you’re reading this book, you obviously know what else happens in front of fires.:)
Visit Cherise Sinclair on the web at www.CheriseSinclair.com
