by Leah Braemel
“No, that’s okay. You stay and catch up with Edgard.”
“Darlin’, it ain’t every day I offer to let you boss me around,” Trevor pointed out with a teasing smile.
Edgard stood. “If it’s all right, I might stretch out. I’m bushed. Been a long morning and a long walk this afternoon.”
Trevor stared at him. Edgard had walked the twenty-five miles from town? In the cold?
“If you’re hungry later, help yourself to whatever you can find. I already showed you where the towels and stuff are in the bathroom so make yourself at home.”
“Thank you, Chassie, you are very kind.” Edgard headed for the stairs.
When he was gone, Chassie hooked her fingers in Trevor’s belt loop. “Come on, you’re my slave for the next couple hours.”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” He lowered his head, teasing her lips before plunging his tongue inside her sweet, warm mouth. Kissing her until her heart raced beneath his palm and her body swayed closer. Trevor pulled back so they were a breath apart. “But I get my shot at bein’ the master to your slave later, right?”
Her soft moan smacked of sexual need and instantly stiffened his cock. “No ropes this time.”
“That ain’t no fun.”
“Neither is disinfecting the birthing equipment in the barn.”
Trevor groaned. “That’s what we’re doin’ today?”
“Yep. Has to be done when it’s not sub-zero outside and you volunteered, bucko.”
“Lead on, master.”
She grinned. After she turned around, Trevor whacked her on the ass hard enough to elicit a yelp and she ran away from him, laughing.
Damn. He loved being married to this woman. He’d be wise to remember that.
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