I Spy a Naughty Game by Jo Davis Read Free Book Online

every single thing about you, including your breasts. Always have. So what if I like my garden to grow a little . . . wild?”
    She stood her ground. “Nothing, except you want to change me. Fix me as though I’m broken when nothing could be further from the truth.”
    “No. I want to broaden your experiences, put you in touch with a sensuality you never knew you possessed. That’s different.”
    “I’m not sensual?” she challenged.
    “I didn’t say you weren’t. On the contrary, we’re good together, always have been. And you have all this untapped passion bubbling under that beautiful surface, so potent that it makes me crazy wanting to be the one to unleash it. Give me the chance, Emma. You won’t be sorry.”
    And yeah, he was close to begging. Because he wasn’t bullshit-ting her in the least. She was his idea of the ultimate woman: smart, confident, alluring.
    Mine.
    “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I? I mean with our assignment looming and all.”
    Her words deflated him some, but he pushed down his disappointment and gave her a cocky grin all the same. “I’ll take that for a start because you know there’s always a choice. When Michael presented you with another option, you chose not to let another female agent work with me, even knowing what the job entails.” Or perhaps because she knew what it entailed, but he wisely refrained from saying so. He preferred his balls to remain in their current location.
    He was standing so close to her that he felt her heat radiating right through his clothing to his skin. The warmth drew him in and he reached for her, smoothed a finger along her jaw, traced her lips. Her eyes darkened; whether in lust or in wariness, he couldn’t tell. But she didn’t move away, and he took that as a positive sign.
    “I don’t understand why you did it,” she whispered. “Was I so easy to forget?”
    He didn’t have to ask what she meant—her quiet pain spoke volumes, wrenched his heart. He took her face in his hands, brushed at a tear that escaped to roll down one creamy cheek, cursing himself all over again. Was there any possible answer that wouldn’t land him in deeper hot water? “No, sweetheart. I was in agony over losing you, and I took refuge in what I know best—being a Dom. Exerting control. It’s what makes sense to me—it’s who I am.”
    “Sounds like a line of bull.”
    He shook his head. “No. It’s my lifestyle.”
    “So you’ve said.”
    “I’d never use sex as punishment, or to make anyone else feel bad, especially you. How do I explain?” He sighed. “Sex is natural, baby. There’s nothing shameful about two or more consenting adults taking pleasure in each other’s bodies. I’m not sorry you saw what you did . . . I’m only sorry about the circumstances surrounding it. Given the chance, I’d bring you into every scene as my sub. My partner, and not because of some damned job. You’d never be on the outside again.”
    Her eyes widened, her expression so vulnerable it shook him to his toes. “What if . . . what if I’d come inside that night? Joined the three of you instead of running away.”
    He could’ve shouted in joy, and barely restrained himself from doing so. This was exactly the path he’d hoped she’d eventually wander. Gently, he brushed a kiss across her lips. “You would’ve been welcomed with open arms,” he said quietly. “I would’ve taken great pride in introducing you as mine, in showing you a world steeped in passion and mutual pleasure. A world in which jealousy has no part, and sharing is perfectly acceptable.”
    “So it’s one big free-for-all where you get to do whatever you want. Sounds nice for the Doms, not so much for the subs.”
    And therein lay her fear. His heart lightened because this was a big sticking point of hers, one he could answer honestly to her satisfaction. “Not at all. The D/s community, at least the one I’m involved in, runs by a set of strict rules, set in place for