Excerpt:
She lathered the
shampoo and closed her eyes as her fingers massaged tension from her scalp and
nape. The hot water added another layer of relaxation as she worked to push the
night's scene from her mind.
Twenty minutes
later, she was dressed in a simple nightgown and her blow-dried hair oiled and
protected by a silk scarf as she crawled into bed. Even though she slept on
satin sheets to prevent damage to her hair, the scarf usually let Maverick know
that she wasn't in sexy mood and to keep his hands to himself.
“What's wrong?” he
asked as she settled beside him and turned away.
“Nothing. I'm
tired and have to go into the office for a few hours tomorrow.”
“What's that
supposed to mean, Des? It's a Friday night.” His hand ran along the curve of
her hip.
“It means you got
off tonight, so I'm going to sleep.” She removed his hand and pulled the covers
over her shoulders.
“Are you fucking
kidding me?”
“Not at all.”
Desiree sighed. “I don't feel like having sex with you right now. Maybe
tomorrow.”
“You're still mad
about what happened at the club, aren't you?”
His question was
met with silence.
“Seriously, Des?
You're going to pout because I got a little carried away with how good your
mouth felt?”
“Carried away?”
She rolled so that she was facing him and made an effort to keep her outrage
from being reflected in her voice. Calmly, she said, “You ignored me signaling
you to stop, Mav. As a Dom, my limits should have never left your mind. And as
my boyfriend, you should have given a damn that I was uncomfortable in front of
a room full of people who were all probably wondering what the hell was wrong
with you tonight! So, no, I don't feel like fucking you after that.” So much
for not sounding as livid as she felt. She turned her back to him and yanked
the covers back over her body.
“It's not like I
was hurting you! For fuck's sake, Desiree—you're overreacting.”
“My body, my
choice. I said stop and you ignored me. Now I'm saying no and you want to
argue. Either go to sleep or go away so that I can.”
She felt the
mattress bouncing as Maverick moved to the edge of the bed and got from beneath
the covers. The slam of the bedroom door was the final punctuation on their
argument.
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