She shuddered against me so I pulled her tighter. “Hard but I think the outcome will be what we want. The prosecutor is confident that there’s enough evidence against Ed to send him away. It’ll be a relief when it’s all over.”
“And how’s Katie dealing with it?”
“Better than I would have thought. Being back with Sabrina is helping so much. I know she’s going to be fine.”
I lowered my head and took her mouth for another long kiss. “See. I told you everything was going to work out alright.”
My hands trailed along her body, appreciating her womanly curves, knowing that I would get to have my way with them as soon as we got home. “You just had to wear a dress, didn’t you? You love to tease me, don’t you?”
She moaned as I licked across her jawline. “Please. We both know you’d rather see me in your AC/DC shirt.”
I grinned against her skin. “And we both know you’d choose that over a dress any day.”
“No question.”
I groaned. “Oh, come on. You’re only making this worse on me, baby.”
Do I have time to give her a quickie against the door right now? I glanced over at the clock on the wall and realized it probably wasn’t the best idea. Looked like I would have to access that scarcely utilized self-control and wait for it.
With one last kiss, I stepped back from her with a sigh. “What time you going to be home?”
She had been sleeping at my place more often than not latley. It was starting to make less and less sense for her to have her own place, especially considering that my apartment was probably bigger than her tiny little house, anyway.
A secretive smile crept over her face. “Actually, I took off for the rest of the day. I’ll be at your place by the time you get home. And I might have a little surprise waiting for you if you’re a good boy.”
“When am I ever a good boy?” She chuckled as my curiosity made me anxious. “What is it?”
“That I cannot tell you, but maybe I can give you a hint.” She went up on her tip toes, bringing her luscious mouth to my ear. “Remember when I tied you up in your chair over there?” she whispered.
“You mean whenever you gave me that sexy as fuck striptease? Of course I remember that.”
She rubbed her tits against me and I bit back a groan. “Well, let’s just say that turnabout is fair play and I’m feeling extra restrained, if you know what I mean.”
No fucking way. An image of Sage tied up on my bed as I pounded into her streaked across my mind, turning my lower body into steel. Great.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I moaned.
She hummed in excitement, clearly pleased with my reaction. “I’d never joke about that, baby,” she said. “Now be a good boy and don’t play with him while I’m gone. Otherwise, I’ll impose rules and won’t let you do whatever you want with me tonight.”
Son of a bitch. “Okay, you have to leave now. And you better hurry or else I’m going to shove that dress up and give you a good warm up against this door.”
She reached for the doorknob, but not before giving my earlobe one good, long lick. Enough to knock the damn breath right out of me. “See you tonight.”
I reached for her hand before she walked out, laying a lingering kiss on her wrist, right over her month-old tattoo. “Eternity, baby.”
Her face softened as the same hand came to rest on my chest, right over my heart where the same tattoo of an eternity symbol was inked onto my skin. We took our promise of an eternity together seriously, so we’d decided to get the matching tattoos only days after we’d gotten back together. She wanted hers on her wrist so she could look at it any time of the day she wanted. And I wanted mine over my heart because that’s where Sage would forever belong: in my heart.
She stared at me with every emotion she felt for me shining through her eyes. “Eternity.”
Thank God the rest of the day went by quickly after Sage left the shop. I’d actually been able to concentrate enough to get all of my work done and get out of there on time. The giddiness I felt over the prospect of seeing Sage hadn’t weakened over the last month. In fact, it felt like it was only getting stronger with every day and night we spent together.
I almost broke down my front door in my eagerness to hold her again. “Sage?” I called after dropping my keys and phone and shucking my jacket to who the fuck cared where.
“Back here.”
Bedroom. If I wouldn’t have looked like a complete dumbass, I would have ran to her. That wouldn’t have stopped me from practically swallowing my tongue when I walked into that room, though.
“Oh my shit.”
This has to be a dream.
“Have you been a good boy, baby?”
Leather. Nipples. Fishnets. I couldn’t even think in complete sentences, let alone speak in them. Sage was spread out across my bed—legs splayed open—like some kind of sacrificial offering, wearing leather boots, fishnet stockings and a leather top thing. What did women call that? A bustier? Clearly, she had taken heed of my recent comment of how much I loved a woman in leather, but the leather itself wasn’t even the best part.
The top had holes over her nipples.
Those pierced tips were standing out proud and on display, while the rest of her body was covered in leather. I didn’t even know you could find something like that outside of a porno set. But hot damn.
“Did I die and go to heaven?”
She smiled, biting her lip, as she held out a pair of silver handcuffs. “Well, since I think you’re about to make me see God, we might be up there together.”
My hands started to fumble with my belt buckle. “Oh, you don’t even know what I’m about to do to you.”
We both froze at the sound of pounding coming from my front door.
I chalked it up to my imagination and continued undoing my pants. Until the pounding came again.
“I think someone’s knocking on heaven’s door,” Sage said, not even trying to suppress her laughter.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. “You’ve been talking to Kinley, haven’t you?”
“Maybe. Why?”
“Because only her influence could produce a joke that bad. Fortunately, it’s not bad enough to break my mood.” I pointed at her as I made for the door. “You stay right there and don’t move a damn muscle. Because as soon as I yell at this jackass for interrupting me, I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
I barely pulled myself away from her lustful expression, my rage intensifying with every step I took toward my door. I whipped it open with force, ready to face the unlucky bastard who happened to be standing on the other side.
Who turned out to be my brother.
“Dawson?”
He slowly raised his head, his hard expression instantly putting me on alert. “Hey, man. Think I could stay with you for a few days?”
“What?” I noticed the duffel bag he had in his hands and dread immediately settled over me. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
He let out a deep, tortured sigh. “Mickie kicked me out.”
What?
“Who was it, Mason?” Sage called from the bedroom. I squeezed my eyes shut and banged my head on the door frame, knowing our night of leather, handcuffed kinkiness was over.
I was wrong. So wrong.
This wasn’t heaven.
It was hell.
THE END
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Acknowledgments
As always, to my husband, Sean, you continue to be that rock, that support system that keeps me going and never lets me get discouraged. I will never be able to thank you for all that you do for us. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in life. And you made my life and writing this book so much easier by answering my many car questions, so I appreciate that.
To my entire family back home—Mom, Dad, Tymon, Kim, Taylor, and all of my grandparents—I couldn’t ask for more unwavering love and encouragement than you’ve all shown and given me from the beginning. You’ve been nothing but the steadfast, positive support system that I have needed, and I can’t begin to tell you how much it has meant to me. Having you all behind me, having faith in me and uplifting me every step of the way, makes all of this worth it.
To all of my other family and friends from Cabool to Carthage, from Springfield to St. James to Steelville and everywhere else in between, thank you all so much for your love and support throughout the years. You’ve all been a huge inspiration to me and you continue to be as I move forward in this journey. The memories you’ve all given me will always serve as a reminder of what an amazing support system I have and the fact that I have some of the best people in the world in my corner.
To Nicole Pounds, I thank you for answering all of my questions about foster care. I know how passionate you are about the system and how much you care for these kids, and I appreciate you taking the time to help me out with this project.
To L.J. at Mayhem Cover Creations, thank you so much for working with me on the cover designs! You have been spectacularly awesome from the very first day I contacted you, and you’ve alleviated so much of my stress, so I just can’t thank you enough! You’re pretty much amazing and I look forward to future covers.
Last but certainly not least, I have to thank all of my readers. To everyone who went out and purchased my books, whether you know me personally or you just saw the blurbs online and thought they sounded like a good read, THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH! It really is a fantastic feeling to know that I have people out there reading my work, and I want nothing more than for you to love it and want to come back for more. I’m putting so much work into these projects, and I hope that you’ll stay with me as I share these worlds and the lives of the characters that I love so much with you. It’s sure to be a scary, crazy and sometimes stressful trip, but I know that continuing to have your support as a reader will be all of the motivation I need to give each and every story all that I’ve got! You guys are amazing!
About the Author
Melanie Munton is a contemporary romance author who favors the suspense and comedy sub-genres above all others. She loves writing stories about characters who struggle to rise above the obstacles that plague them but who eventually find their salvation in the person they fall in love with. Possession and Politics was her first full-length novel trilogy, which is being followed by her second full-length series, the three-part Cruz Brothers. Her five-part contemporary novella series, Timid Souls, is a spin-off of the Possession and Politics trilogy and involves characters who were initially introduced in these books.
Melanie was born and raised in a small rural town in the heart of the Missouri Ozarks. She earned her degree in Anthropology from Missouri State University, where she met her husband, Sean. Four years and a semester abroad later, they married in a beautiful outdoor ceremony near her hometown. They decided to make a fresh start and moved to North Carolina in late 2014, where she realized her passion for writing. Although she had always been a fan of any and all fiction, especially romance, she finally decided to write down all the stories that had been floating around inside her head, thus beginning her writing career.
One of Melanie’s favorite things to do is travel with her husband. She backpacked parts of Western Europe and spent a semester studying abroad in Spain during her college years and can’t wait to go back. Melanie and Sean love to go on road trips together and have an entire list of archaeological sites all over the world that they plan on visiting throughout their lives.
She has a horrible addiction to pasta and could eat it for every meal if she wasn’t worried about the carbs. She oftentimes gets sad when her wine rack isn’t completely full. And it’s rare to ever find her without some sort of candy in her possession.
Above all else, she cherishes her relationships with all of her family, friends, and God. She lives for the precious moments when she gets to see all of them and wishes everyone could get together more often.
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