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

everyone’s safety. Number one, a Dom’s sole responsibility is to see to the happiness and well-being of his sub, above his own desires. The rest flows from that rule.”
    While she wasn’t yet convinced, she was becoming interested. “So your role is to make me happy first, then yourself.”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay. Then what if I’m never able to go as far as the . . . sharing thing? I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to participate in something like what I witnessed. Outside our undercover job, I mean.”
    “Part of my role is to push you past your boundaries, help you discover what works for you and us. If sharing truly makes you unhappy, we don’t participate whether we’re undercover or not,” he said seriously. “You are my priority, Emma.”
    “I believe you mean that now, but I know you’d miss the freedom of being with whoever you wanted.”
    “Believe it. If I’ve learned one valuable lesson, it’s that sharing—hell, my whole life—is empty without you at my side. I need you, baby. Please give me another chance.” He ended the statement in a hoarse whisper rather than the strong, manly tone he’d been going for. Fuck, he sounded like such a sap. This woman could have anyone, so what did she need with his shit?
    She reached around his neck, pulling his head down so his lips were almost touching hers. “Just when I think you’re so macho everything bounces right off—even the damned bullets, for cryin’ out loud—you go and get all mushy on me. Do you have a clue what that does to me?”
    “I might need a demonstration.”
    Oh, God, please show me. I’ve missed you so much I can’t breathe.
    Whether she heard his unspoken plea he couldn’t say, but she took his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom. Turned and placed her palms on his chest, their warmth branding him through his T-shirt.
    “Make love to me, Blaze. I’ve missed you so much.”
    She’d plucked the words right out of his heart. One day he’d get through to her that making love took on many forms. For now, he let the words soothe his lonely soul, shine a bit of light into the dark corners.
    “Anything for you.”
    She tugged at the bottom of his shirt and pulled the material up, over his head. He helped her, smiling as she tossed it aside and went for the button on his jeans. She unzipped his fly and parted the material, pushing at the denim and his boxers until his erection sprang free. As she knelt he doubted she realized the submissive position she’d assumed. No, the move was too automatic on her part. Spontaneous.
    That knowledge thrilled him almost as much as her tongue flicking out to capture the tiny bead weeping from the slit of the spongy head. He groaned as she took him in her mouth, surrounding him with wet heat. Threading his fingers through her hair, he fed her his cock, guiding the length down her throat, watched it disappear between her plump lips.
    “God, yes,” he breathed. “I’ve missed this. Missed your mouth on me. I could fuck you like this all day.”
    Well, not really. The pure pleasure was too electric, zinging little shocks of delight to his balls, through his belly. He wouldn’t last long this way, but he wasn’t ready to give up the feeling just yet. With her on her knees, sucking him and taking his less-than-gentle thrusts with obvious enthusiasm, he had no trouble believing he was right about her untapped sensuality.
    He was going to love being her teacher.
    “Stop, darlin’. I don’t want to come yet.” She pulled off his cock with a moan of frustration, and he smiled. “Don’t worry, we’re not done by a long shot. Undress for me, baby.”
    He held out a hand for her and helped her stand. She bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable, hesitant. Did she realize her lessons were beginning? That even now he was easing her into what he hoped would be a mutually satisfying sexual lifestyle? Her expression cleared, became more confident, as she held his gaze and