His voice was dangerously low, his eyes dark as his hand slid up under the hem of my tank top and cupped my bare breast.
"I'll invite Ireland to dinner with your father because it'll make you happy and that makes me happy."
"Thank you," I said breathlessly, because he'd begun to tug rhythmically on my nipple, making me whimper in delight.
"I'm going to do whatever the hell I want with melted chocolate and your body because it'll please me and that will please you.
I say when, I say how.
Repeat that."
"You say - " I gasped as his mouth wrapped around my other nipple through the ribbed cotton.
"Oh, God."
He nipped me with his teeth.
"Finish."
My entire body tightened, so quick to respond to that authoritative tone.
"You say when.
You say how."
"There are things you can bargain with, angel, but your body and sex aren't negotiable."
My hands clutched his hair, an instinctive response to his relentless, delicious milking of my sensitive nipple.
I gave up trying to understand why I wanted him in control.
I just did.
"What else can I bargain with? You have everything."
"Your time and attention are the two things you can leverage.
I'll do anything for them."
A shiver moved through me.
"I'm wet for you," I whispered.
Gideon stepped away from the railing, carrying me with him.
"Because that's how I want you."
Chapter 12
Gideon and I arrived back in Manhattan just before midnight on Sunday.
We'd spent the previous night sleeping apart, but most of the day together in the master bed.
Kissing and touching.
Laughing and whispering.
By silent agreement we didn't talk about painful things during the rest of our time away.