All Chapters of Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Chapter 1421 - Chapter 1430

The dogs jumped out of the truck bed and raced off into the trees with Rielle’s three mutts.Rielle met him at the front door and held open the screen. “Hey, stranger.”“Mornin’, Rielle. Something smells good.”“There’s fresh coffee and warm muffins inside.”She was in a good mood, which boded well for him. “I didn’t stop over here expecting to be fed, but I ain’t gonna say no now that you offered.” He followed her into the kitchen.“I don’t imagine you stopped over to talk to me anyway.” She pointed to the mugs. “Help yourself.”“Is Gavin up?”“He hopped into the shower as you pulled in.”Ben sat at the counter, poured himself a cup of coffee and set two blueberry muffins on a plate. “I did want to talk to you about something.”“Sounds serious.”“It is. I wanted to bring it up in private.”“Now you’re really scaring me.”Ben looked Rielle in the eyes. “I won’t beat around the bush. How much financial trouble are you in?”Rielle’s cheeks turned bright red and her hands squeezed her co

Ben wondered if he should leave the room.A pause. “You listen to me, Ellen. If you sign the consent form, I’ll be at my attorney’s office first thing tomorrow morning, filing for sole custody of Sierra, without visitation rights. Because she doesn’t need to get her goddamn eyebrow pierced! Or her nose or her lip or her belly button. Don’t try that bullshit argument with me. End of discussion. And I’d better not see one f**king piercing on her body anywhere when I pick her up tonight, we clear? Put her back on.” Gavin paced. “Hey. No, honey, slow down. Sierra-bear, you know how she gets. It’s all right. I’m glad you called me. Of course. I miss you too. See you tonight.” He calmly shut the phone and braced his hands against the counter, letting his head hang down.“Mother-fucking-sonofabitch-goddamn-it-all-to-hell-I’m-going-to-fucking-kill-her-with-my-bare-hands.”That was unexpected from Mr. Calm and Refined.Gavin took several deep breaths, before he glanced up at Ben. “Sorry. Somet

So he chewed on it for a day and came up with a solution. Not ideal, but workable. Okay, it sucked ass, and it crossed another line, but he had no choice.Late Tuesday morning Ben ironed his plain white shirt, slipped on a bolo tie embellished with the McKay brand and donned his tan suit coat. He added a western belt, centering it between his jean-clad hips. He settled the black Stetson on his head, grabbed his duster and headed to town.He hadn’t set up an appointment with Ainsley at the bank, too many snoopy people would report back to his that family Ben McKay had applied for a loan. So he was planning to take her to lunch and spring his loan request over a good steak.Ben strode into National West Bank. He tipped his hat to the teller and made tracks straight for Ainsley’s office—only to get intercepted by Jenny.“Ben McKay. Fancy seeing you here again. Is there something I can help you with?”“Yes. I need to speak with Miz Hamilton.”Jenny sauntered to her desk and tapped her fin

“Yes.” The firm set to her jaw meant this was nonnegotiable. “Even if we were in a normal dating situation, I’d end it the instant business entered the equation. You have the choice to keep our original agreement intact.”“By askin’ Settler’s First to lend me the money.”She nodded.He stretched across the table, and reached for her hand, hoping charm would have some effect on her. “I need the loan. I want you. I want you like f**kin’ crazy. I can’t have it both ways. For a man used to havin’ his way in all things? This absolutely sucks balls. Why can’t we—”“Sneak around more than we already are?” she supplied coolly. “We both knew this would end. You’re just choosing to end it sooner.”And with that comment, she’d put the ball squarely in his court. Ainsley could chalk up their time together as an experiment. She wouldn’t have to consider going into a long term Dom/sub relationship with him. Goddammit, this wasn’t fair. The first time he’d found a woman who could—“Ben?”Fuck. Not a

Ben gave her a look she’d never seen before. “Ainsley. I never meant—”“Found them.” Rielle waved a stack of paper bags. “I also grabbed the herbs. They should be refrigerated.”Grateful for the interruption, she practically ran to Rielle. “Thanks. How much do I owe you?”“Twenty bucks oughta cover it.”Ainsley figured that was a low amount after she loaded the four heavy bags into her trunk. She ignored Bennett’s hard, hot stare that seemed to liquefy her bones as she chatted with Rielle.She didn’t look his way when she climbed in her car. She hesitated at the end of the driveway.A right turn led back into town. A left turn led to Ben’s house.She knew his eyes were on her vehicle as she turned left.Ainsley wasn’t naked when Ben walked in the door. Something smelled good, and while the thought of a homemade meal awaiting him stirred a weird longing, she hadn’t followed his instructions.And she didn’t seem particularly perplexed about that.She sliced cubed potatoes and dropped th