Indulge (BDSM Second Chance Romance)
DJ said between flicks of his tongue as he adjusted me to straddle him.
“I can’t stay,” DJ admitted, holding my face so I had to look at him. “I have to go back for Nica, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t as real for me as it is for you,” he promised. “I don’t know where it goes. What it means. I’m a fucking wreck, whether I show it or not, and I’m a selfish prick to boot because all I want to do is put you to bed and wake up with you.”
His eyes and hands roamed my curves, teasing with his thumbs as he waited for me to accept. There it was again—that option. That control in the shape of submission I couldn’t quite explain, and yet it felt like no other person could perfect it like he had.