Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7) by Becca Jameson (best books to read fiction .TXT) 📗

his description though. He’s so clinical, and I’m reacting to every word as if he’s been stroking my nipples instead of talking.

As if he’s read my mind, his thumb suddenly slides up to flick over my nipple.

I gasp and arch my chest even though I hardly felt the contact considering there is a nightgown, a sheet, and a comforter between my skin and his thumb.

His smile makes me hold his gaze though. “You are so precious.” He stands abruptly and then leans down and tugs the covers down a few inches. He doesn’t expose my chest, so I’m confused until he pulls first one arm and then the other out from under the blankets.

He tucks bunny under one arm and settles my wrists at my sides, pressing them into the mattress. He leans over to kiss me yet again and then whispers against my lips. “Keep your hands away from your nipples and your pussy, sweetie. Hard rule.” Another kiss. “Sleep tight.”

I’m not breathing as he leaves my room, shutting the door behind him. My mind is spinning out of control. I’m aroused and needy and frankly desperate. Damn him. I can’t even say that out loud without getting a tally mark on my naughty chart.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. I’m obviously not getting any relief tonight. There’s no chance in the world I’m going to risk touching myself. It would be my luck that he’d walk back into the room and find my hand under the covers. Or worse, I might moan and draw his attention. I don’t think I’m a moaner, but I’m not sure.

It seems like forever before I fall asleep, but finally, my body relaxes and I slip into a blessed slumber.

Chapter 13

Master Davis

Fuck me.

Even a long shower in which I come twice with my hand doesn’t lessen the desire to claim the woman in my guest room. I’m in over my head. I want her so badly, I’m shaking.

Every single subtle and not so subtle change I made to her life over the course of the day was met with innocent acceptance. It’s like she was made for me.

I have to remind myself often that she still has no clue about my world. I’m teasing her with the fringes of it. Stoking the flames. But I’m not playing fair. She’s not a little.

I mean, fuck, maybe she is a little and she just doesn’t have the vocabulary for it. That’s more likely. And dangerous for me to believe.

I can’t sleep with her. It’s out of the question. All I can do for now is gradually introduce her to my kink and watch how she responds. It’s reasonable for her to crave what I’m offering. She missed out on so much. But there are no guarantees she will want to continue to relive her childhood indefinitely. It’s rare and hard to come by.

My cock stiffens once more in my hand as I picture her squirming when all I did was stroke her nipple. I could hardly even know for sure if I hit the mark with all the material between my thumb and her breast.

I wish I could have seen her using that foam hair remover. If she’d been mine beforehand… If she’d known about my fetish world… But I can’t invade her personal space that deeply yet. I need to earn her trust. I also need to keep my damn hands to myself. For now. For tonight.

Lord, I’ll probably give in and let her come tomorrow. She’s so eager and willing and sexy and adorable and sweet.

I get out of the shower, quickly dry off, and pull on flannel pants before grabbing my phone and calling Blade.

He answers on the first ring. “Hey.”

“Hi. Any news?” I spoke with him earlier, several times. I know he’s got men digging into the Sky Lounge. He’s looking for evidence that this has happened before.

“Not yet. Nothing. About a half-a-dozen women have quit in the last year and have been replaced, but I can’t tell if they did so voluntarily or not. It’s not an unusual turnover. We’re going to have to dig deeper. I’ll send Spike in undercover. Neither you nor I can return. We burned that bridge.”

“Right.” I start pacing. “Britney doesn’t know I went to the club, and she sure doesn’t know I’m supposedly working for Lazinski. She would panic if she knew.”

“Agreed.”

“You know I can’t sit around here another day doing nothing, right? Tomorrow my ass is going to start digging one way or another.”

Blade chuckles. “I would expect nothing less. Keep me apprised. I’ll let you know if Spike comes up with any new information.”

“You realize I won’t rest until we find both the buyer and the seller. Her life is in danger until both ends are squelched. There are no other options.”

“Are you sleeping with her?” Blade asks without hesitation.

“What? No. Of course not.”

He chuckles again. “Yet.”

I sigh and rub my forehead with two fingers. He’s right. I sincerely hope to have her in my bed soon. I also hope I don’t let that cloud my judgment. I need her safe either way, whether or not she ends up in my bed.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for her to be staying with you? I could put her in a safe house.”

“Out of the question. Not up for discussion. Talk to you tomorrow,” I say and then end the call.

I sit on the edge of my bed, lean my elbows on my knees, and let my forehead fall to my palms. I’m worried and trying to think of how to proceed when a scream fills the silence.

I jump to my feet and run to Britney’s room, my heart pounding. I’m also not surprised to once again find her in a fetal position, rocking back and forth, gasping for breath. She’s clutching her bunny in her arms.

I come to her side and set a hand on her back, just as I did last night.

She jerks, her eyes