I chuckle. “Not every night, but often. I eat like a champ at lunch. I promise.”
“I hope so. I’m not sure how you can manage to stay so toned eating Spaghetti-O’s and processed mac and cheese.”
I shrug. “Good genes, I guess.” I glance down at my lap and back at him. “Colt, thank you. I know it’s hard for you to indulge me like that, and I want you to know I appreciate it.”
He slides his hand up to my shoulder. Then he surprises me by twisting my direction and lifting me onto his lap. He cups my face. “You’re kind of irresistible. Both of your personas.”
I flush and bite my bottom lip.
He tugs the lip free with his thumb. “I’d like to kiss you. Did you leave your little in the other room?”
I smile. I get what he’s saying. He’d like to kiss an adult. “Yes. She’s gone for the night.”
He smirks. “Until you fall asleep. She comes back when you climb into bed.”
“Yeah, I guess she does. Does it bother you?”
“Not at all. She’s growing on me. I’m fond of her. But I’d rather kiss the adult inside you right now.”
“I’m right here,” I murmur, anxious to feel his lips on mine again. The only time he’s kissed me so far was our heated exchange against the wall last night. He made me forget the world with that kiss. Was it a coincidence?
His hand comes to my hip, making me wiggle closer. I can feel his erection against my hip and it emboldens me. I want more than the kiss he’s about to give me. I want to have sex with him. Both of me do. I know I told him I’m my adult self right now, mostly because it’s what he needed to hear. Probably what I needed to believe also. But the truth is I’m always straddling the line when I’m with him. I have a foot in both worlds. When I’m fully little, I’m still sexually attracted to him, which isn’t like me and unnerves me.
What about when I’m fully adult? The truth is I haven’t been fully my adult self in his presence since I met him. Not from that exact second I laid eyes on him. He had a power over me even then, and it’s done nothing but grow in its intensity.
He’s Dominant. At least with me. Even though he had no actual experience in the BDSM community, he’s still dominant. Alpha. He brings me to my knees with just a look. My adult persona is automatically submissive when I’m with him.
I managed to stuff my little into the back corner of my mind this morning after he left me at work, but it took me a while. I was completely shaking when I got out of the car, unsteady on my feet as I entered the building. His demand was still ringing in my ear for long moments, over and over again.
From now on, when we get home, I want you to go directly to your room and change into whatever makes you comfortable…
His declaration had shocked me, mostly because he wasn’t asking me; he was telling me. Then there are his texts… When he speaks to me or texts me, I lose my firm grip on my adult self.
One thing is for sure; I’d never be able to take him to a work function. I’d end up spilling something down the front of me. Or inadvertently call him Daddy in front of people. I’d be confused as fuck. He scrambles my brain cells.
This time when he lowers his lips to mine, he’s not in a rush. This time he holds my gaze. He starts out gently and then angles to one side and deepens the kiss.
My toes curl and I can’t help but lean into him.
When he angles his head to one side to deepen the kiss, I squirm against him, my hands flattening on his chest. Would it be too bold to reposition myself so that I’m straddling him? My little would never do something like that. My little would be way too shy. Then again, my little has never kissed a man. Why is she interrupting my thoughts now?
I think it’s because my adult would never take orders from anyone. My adult gives orders. And yet…adult Eve does in fact take orders from Colt.
He flattens a hand on my thighs, both thighs at once encompassed with his large palm. His mouth releases mine. We’re both panting, but his expression is jovial. “Sit still, little imp.”
I pout. It’s instinctive. It’s not like me. It’s confusing.
He lifts that brow. He’s not angry. There’s laughter in the corners of his eyes. “Are you sure I just kissed Eve the adult?” His voice is teasing. Thank God.
I bite my lip. I’m sure of nothing. I’m not even sure the sky is blue anymore. I start to panic. I can’t do this. I don’t know who I am when I’m with him. When he’s touching me.
I scramble off his lap and nearly trip and fall as I take a step away from him.
“Eve?”
I turn and rush from the room. I run down the hallway and into my bedroom. I need to be alone, so I shut the door. Should I lock it?
I don’t. I’m not sure why. I think because no matter how confused I am, I still feel his pull. He’s in charge. I’m not. If I lock this door, he might get mad. Or maybe I want him to come after me.
Nope. I need to think. I spin around and head for the bathroom. That door I can lock. It’s not as defiant as the bedroom door. I shut the door, lock it, and slide down to the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
What the hell is going on with me? I’m completely unnerved. Not only is my damn little
