Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk by Lucia Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

ordered her around yesterday, demanding she address him as Sir, the way he took such complete control of her made sense now. She chewed her lower lip. “You’re not into whips and bondage are you?”
    He lifted a brow. “Your job today is to do what I tell you and enjoy every new experience. I’ll instruct you as I go. You will not question me or bring with you any preconceived notions or beliefs.” He reached around her, rubbed her ass, and then pinched her left cheek.
    She squealed in shock then gasped as a crashing wave of desire slammed into her clit.
    “If you want me to pleasure you, you’ll remember this and address me as Sir. Let’s go.”
    Damn, she wanted him to pleasure her and fuck her. And, in turn, she wanted to watch him lose himself in her as he’d done yesterday. “Yes, Sir.” Her mind and thoughts were a jumble of confusion as she followed him to the door, her inner thighs uncomfortably wet. “Wait! I need to get another pair of panties.” God, she’d better grab a few.
    “No. I prefer you not to wear them.” He yanked her close. “When I want to fuck you, I don’t want anything in my way.” To demonstrate, he pulled up her skirt in the back and ran his hand over her bare ass.
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    When I want to fuck you, I don’t want anything in my way.
    Those words circled her mind as they sped across the Bay. Glancing around, there was not a lack of places to make love. Lots of cushioned benches up here and down below, two beds and other seating. It was like an RV on the water. His yacht had a kitchen galley area, a bathroom and even a shower.
    Taryn sat high above the water on the upper deck while Gio captained the boat. He stood tall, dark shades, no hat, letting the breeze pick through his dark hair. He wore a white polo shirt and white shorts. He was tanned, which came from time in the sun along with his Italian heritage. He looked relaxed. And in charge. Taryn shivered. God, she was so eager for him to take charge of her again.
    She glanced around to try and keep her mind off sex. There was a canvas roof over her head to shield her fair skin from the sun and, around them, other boats shared the day on the ocean. Gio hadn’t said much on the drive to the marina and conversation on the boat had been instructions and pointing out sights. Had he not stirred her up at her apartment, she’d never know he had plans for them.
    I’m going to fuck you on my boat—
    Get you out of my system—
    She swallowed hard. Good lord. She had a feeling it might take a lot to get him out of her system. Since he’d showed up at her door and kissed her—stroked her hot—she’d been horny as hell. If she crossed her legs, it made her clit throb to the point where she had a hard time breathing. If she sat with them open, the cool air slid up her legs and brushed her overheated core. Damn, she needed Gio to take away the ache. “Where are we going?”
    Gio glanced over at her. He removed his sunglasses. “To a nice, quiet cove I know.” His gaze skimmed over her, his eyes lingering on her breasts then arrowing down.
    Your job today is to do what I tell you and enjoy every new experience. I’ll instruct you as I go. You will not question me or bring with you any preconceived notions or beliefs.
    Holy shit. She shifted restlessly. “How long until we get there?”
    “Problem, Miss Jones?”
    Taryn glared at the impossible man. “You know damn well what the problem is!”
    He grinned. “Anticipation, pet.” He held out a hand.
    Standing, it took her a moment to get her balance. Then she went to him, sighing when he pulled her close and kissed her long and hard, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth. Everything inside her turned to mush. When he lifted his head, his arm around her waist kept her from turning to a puddle of need.
    “You are a dangerous man, Gio.”
    A pinch to her rear had her squealing in shock—and driving that bolt of need deeper into her core.
    “I’m sorry. Sir. You are a dangerous