He hung up and pocketed his phone. It was as if he was on auto-pilot as he advanced toward Beth. “You look gorgeous.”

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. It wasn’t how he pictured her outside of their Dom/sub relationship. The leather, the stilettos all spoke of a strong and independent woman. He couldn’t deny that it turned him on just as much as the little sub she hid beneath all the clothing and make-up.

“Alex, what are you doing.” She narrowed her eyes and straightened her shoulders as if being less submissive would put him off.

Quite the contrary. Many subs were in control in their daily life. The bedroom was the one place they could allow someone else to take the reins. And it was best that he remembered that. They were compatible in the bedroom, and nowhere else. She had a career that slightly conflicted with his life. They would never work in the real world. Not that he was thinking that way. The last thing he needed was to make their encounter anything more than it actually was. They had good sex and he could see her being a friend. But that was it. Nothing more.

She didn’t lower her eyes or make any attempt to change her posture. He couldn’t help himself. He needed to touch her. He twirled a finger in her long hair. “I didn’t expect you to be this much of a turn on in real life.”

Even he recognised the drop in the tone of his voice. Immediately her eyes dropped and he realised the kind of power he had over her. And the responsibility that went with it. Fear took hold of him at the same time a panic flashed in her eyes. He dropped his hand from her hair but never took his eyes off her.

Beth visibly shook away whatever bothered her and lifted her chin. “Take that shirt off. You’re not going to observe a minute’s silence for your grandfather in a sex rumpled shirt.

She stepped away from him and walked over to one of the built in wardrobes. He did as she said and took off his shirt.

Beth turned around holding a dark grey cashmere sweater and gasped. He couldn’t ignore the way she was looking at his body. It wasn’t simply admiring something she found attractive. No, what he saw was more covetous. And fuck, that had him instantly hard. The knowledge that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, was hotter than the visual of her on her knees in front of him. And that was plenty hot. In two strides he was in front of her. He took the sweater from her and tossed it onto a nearby chair. His hand cupped her head and he brought his lips to hers.

As usual, as soon as their lips met, the rest of the world disappeared. Having Beth in his arms felt right. The world made sense when their bodies melded together. He pulled her closer and allowed her to feel how aroused he was.

Her hands snaked around his waist and up his back, her fingernails digging into his muscle. On a groan she opened her mouth to him and their tongues collided. She took as much as she gave, not at all submissive. He pushed her back until she hit up against the side of a dresser. His first thought was to lift her up to sit on it while he fucked her, then changed his mind. Instead, he flipped her around and bent her over the piece of furniture. “Stretch your arms over and hold the edge.”