The Sweetest Taboo: An Unconventional Romance by Harper Miller Read Free Book Online

what the universe wants.”
    I put all My cards on the table. I’m sure the shit I laid out scared her, but she wasn’t the only one who was scared. I may be direct, but dating and messing around had long ago lost their appeal.
    Shit. My biological clock was ticking too, and Fate, she was a clever girl, literally dropping My heart’s desires into My lap—I couldn’t be more grateful. I wanted to explore this, but Mine weren’t the only feelings to consider.
    Once again, the silence was deafening.
    In a tone that was barely audible, she asked Me a question I hadn’t anticipated. “What do You want from me, Rick?”
    Well, so much for pretenses and talk of doing what the universe wanted. she asked the million-dollar question, and I wasn’t quite sure how I should respond. How do You tell a woman You want everything without freaking her the fuck out?
    Our interaction up to that point had been limited, and we were in the early stages, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to love her.
    People often say that when Cupid’s arrow strikes, the little bastard zooms in on your heart with sniper-like accuracy. With micah, he hit his target and was now Riverdancing on My heart. I’m not the type to believe in love at first sight, but there was just something different about micah marie foster.
    I steeled Myself and just let go. No sense in putting on a façade. she asked a direct question so she’d get a direct answer. “I want everything, micah. I’m willing to go at your pace, but I want everything. I’m looking for her : My obedient vixen, My lover, My friend, My wife, My everything.”
    I could hear her breathing heavily on the other end of the line. My God, I didn’t want to send her into another asthma attack. “sweetheart, I’m not trying to freak you out. I’m sorry, but I’m simply being honest here.”
    “Oh . . . okay . . .”
    “I want you, micah. Will you give us a chance?”
    she took a deep breath that apparently calmed us both, because after that she opened up like a blossom in the morning sun, and I sank back onto My sofa and basked in her fragrant warmth.
    After her initial hesitation, we talked about any and everything from politics, to television, to what we were seeking in a partner. The conversation was effortless. she made Me laugh, I made her laugh, and we ended up chatting until almost five in the morning.
    This might have been a little fast for her taste, but I invited her to My condo the following night for that drink I had promised. Shit, she made Me wait more than two weeks to even hear her voice again. Asking her to My apartment shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but I knew she was the play-it-safe type.
    I wanted to see her. I needed to see her. So I offered to cook her dinner to sweeten the deal.
    micah
    i was tired. Dog tired. i stayed up until the wee hours of the morning chatting on the phone with Rick and had absolutely no regrets. Well, not until i had to drag my ass into work and deal with Joan.
    Thank goodness for coffee, because it was the only reason i presented as human. Even the zombies on the Walking Dead would’ve been scared of me.
    Once Rick expressed genuine interest in me, i felt comfortable enough to share my feelings with Him.
    He wanted to know my story. He wanted to know why i chose to to be a submissive, how long i’d been in the lifestyle, what type of dynamic i was seeking, what type of Dom. He interviewed me just as much as i interviewed Him.
    No one had ever cared to know the reasons behind my submission, so Rick’s interest was a welcome change. The Men i had served preferred temporary arrangements. i never quite clicked with anyone enough to want something more out of our situation, so walking away when things had run their course had never been difficult.
    i was looking forward to seeing Him again, though. Under normal circumstances, i would never agree to meet a Man i hadn’t known for an extended period of