Samantha is starting over, this time in Chicago, and she needs a place to crash when she gets there. Luckily a family friend is hooking her up with a spare room.
The catch? The room is in the apartment of an insanely hot guy. To make matters worse, he has every mannerism of a Daddy Dom that sets her imagination ablaze.
Ryder doesn’t mind giving up his spare room to help out a friend. But, his friend didn’t explain how attractive Samantha was, or how easily Ryder would become consumed with her.
She’s a friend of a friend- making her completely off limits.
But Samantha crosses the line and pulls him with her, sending them both down a new path. There’s a past catching up to her, and he’s going to be certain she stays safe.
He’ll take care of Sammy and give her everything she needs. More importantly, with his stern ways, he’ll give her everything she deserves.
“Why is it so hot in here?” she demanded, filling the glass with more water.
“It’s not, but you’re hot from walking in the heat. Just relax and you’ll cool off faster.”
She put the glass on the countertop.
“Fucking relax? That’s your suggestion?”
“Samantha.” He lowered his chin, setting a dark glare on her. “You’re not in a good mood, I get that, but I don’t appreciate you aiming your irritation at me.”
She sighed. “Fucking hell.”
“And the language needs to get cleaned up,” he added in a firmer tone.
A tingle in her belly sparked.
“Why?” she demanded, putting her fists on her hips.
“Because you don’t usually talk like that, and I don’t like it,” he answered calmly, his expression as cool as his tone.
Samantha pushed her hair from her face and licked her lips.
“They’re just words.”
The corner of his lips curved upward. It looked like a warning, but she wasn’t in the mood to heed it.
He moved closer, until he was toe to toe with her. Pressing his hands to the counter on either side of her, he had her trapped.
“It sounds like someone’s looking for a spanking.”
Her mouth dried.
Was she that readable?
Her pulse ramped up. It was time to turn around, back down, get out of the situation. It was time to bring the status back down to a reasonable threat level.
“Just because we’re both into kink, doesn’t mean you get to throw empty threats at me.” She raised her chin. Apparently, she was going to keep charging uphill.
“You’re right, I don’t. And it’s not an empty threat. But I’m putting this on the table for you, nice and clear. If you curse at me again, you’re telling me you want a spanking. You’re telling me you’re in a bad spiral and you need me to help you reel it in.” He lowered himself to line up his gaze with hers. She had nowhere to turn, nowhere to look. “All you have to do is excuse yourself and go get cleaned up. Your choice, Sammy.”
Her heart sank into a warm pillow of need at his uttered nickname.
He wasn’t serious, though.
What he was proposing…it wasn’t real.
He wouldn’t. She rolled her shoulders back, raising her chin even more. “Fuck fuckity fuck fuck.”