Remind Me, Master [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)
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She blinked rapidly, almost seeing spots. “I’m not sure yet. What is this—Oh!” She turned and launched herself into Conor’s arms. “I can’t believe you did this! How did you manage this without my knowing?”
The spare room had been cleaned out and turned into a studio for her. The light that was pouring through the windows was perfect due to the southern exposure. It would be a wonderful place to create. Already, her fingers were itching to dig into her clay.
“You’re a professional sculptor. You need a professional studio. If this space isn’t right, we can always rent you a studio. I’m sure we could find a warehouse space if you’d rather have that.”
He smiled at her astonishment. “And doing this without you finding out was damn difficult. I could only have the workers here when you were out of the house. They were ready to kill me. Luckily, Brianne and Tori cooperated with getting you out of the house for long periods of time.”
She shook her head, her eyes misty with tears. Conor had come a long way in a short time. He made sure every day to let her know how much he loved her and how proud he was of her accomplishments.
“They were in on it, too? I had no idea. I love it. I don’t want a warehouse somewhere. I want to work here. This way I can be close to the family. I don’t want to be far away from you and the kids.”
He smiled and pointed to a console outside the door. “This door locks so you can keep the kids out. Me, too, if you like. It has a keypad just like the office. You can choose your combination. It’ll be your secret. This was the last thing they did today.”
She pulled a face. “I don’t like the thought of keeping secrets from you. I don’t want to keep you out. I want to invite you in. I want to share this with you.”
She toured the studio, running her hands over the shelves holding all her supplies.
“Thank you, Conor. You don’t know how much this means to me. I’ve craved your support on this.”
“You got it, blondie. No matter what you do.”
She turned on her heel and waggled her eyebrows. “I’ve got this idea, but it’s pretty wild.”
“I’m listening.”
She tapped her finger on her chin. “The kids won’t be home from school for another hour and a half. I say we christen every surface of this studio. Otherwise, it’s going to be bad luck.”
Conor laughed, pressing his shoulder into her belly, and raised her into a fireman lift, carrying her over to the nearest horizontal surface, which happened to be a large wooden table.
“We can’t have any bad luck.” He dumped her bottom first on the table and insinuated himself between her thighs, pressing her back. “I think you need reminding just who is in charge when it comes to sex, slave.”
She sighed as he pushed up her T-shirt.
“Remind me, Master.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’ve been a dreamer my entire life. So, it was only natural to start writing down some of those stories that I have been dreaming about.
Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I fall in love with all of my characters. They are perfectly imperfect with the hopes, dreams, desires, and flaws that we all have. I want them to overcome obstacles and fear to get to their happily ever after. We all should. Everyone deserves their very own sexy, happily ever after.
I grew up in the cold but beautiful plains of Illinois. I now live in Central Florida with my handsome husband, who’s a real, native Floridian, and my son, whom I have dubbed “Louis the Sun King.” They claim to be supportive of all the time I spend on my laptop, but they may simply be resigned to my need to write.
When I am not writing furiously, I enjoy relaxing with my family or curling up with a good book.
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