His to Command #4: The Arrangement Read Online Free PDF

he’d left some clothes outside her bedroom door and asking when she’d like breakfast.
    In the shower, she pressed the shampoo dispenser on the wall and lathered up her hair. He was being sensitive, giving her a little more time before she had to face him, knowing it would be awkward after him saying he loved her, then taking it back.
    She thought about the clothes Matt had left for her. At the door, she had found a bag with a thick, fluffy robe, and a pair of jeans with a cozy sweater. The latter was not exactly what she imagined he’d like her to wear during their week of sex, especially hot Dom-sub sex.
    She rinsed the lather from her hair, then reached for the other dispenser and pumped body gel onto her palm. It smelled like magnolia blossoms. She stroked the gel vigorously over her body. Normally, she’d delight in the rich lather and the exotic scent, but right now she was too distracted.
    Did Matt want her to leave? He might find it uncomfortable being around her now. Or was he just making it easier on her if she wanted to go?
    She glided her hands over her breasts, swirling over the nipples. Their next encounter was bound to be awkward, but she really didn’t want to give up a week with Matt. Her nipples puckered as she thought of Matt’s big, muscular body. She wished he was here right now, scrubbing her clean, stroking over her naked body. She glided her hand down her belly and between her legs. The slickness there was not just soap.
    Thoughts of his big cock, gliding into her, filling her more than her fingers ever could, sent her hormones into overdrive. Within seconds she was leaning against the tiled wall, shuddering her release, while the shower water still poured over her.

    As Kate walked into the kitchen, Matt looked her up and down and she knew he was assessing the fact that she wore the robe he’d left for her rather than the sweater and jeans.
    “Good morning,” she said.
    “Good morning. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll pour you a coffee. Breakfast is almost ready.”
    He stood up to get the coffee, then returned to the table with the pot and filled her cup.
    “About last night…,” Kate said as he sat down at the table. She knew Matt and she could tell he was going to try to push her away. She decided to address the issue head-on.
    Matt raised his eyebrows.
    “When you said you loved me, it threw us both off a little,” she continued. “But that doesn’t mean we have to end this week together.”
    His gaze shot to hers.
    “You were going to ask me to leave, right?” Her lips compressed. “The jeans and sweater you gave me to wear are far from sexy attire for a submissive.”
    “I thought you’d want to leave.”
    “Matt, you told me before we came here that you weren’t interested in rekindling the romance between us. I knew that coming here. I realize that last night we both got caught up in being together again. We remembered how we felt in the past.” She stared into his dark blue eyes. “But I realize that’s all it was.”
    At least for him.
    She stood up, and stepped toward him. “I don’t want to leave.” She stroked his hair, loving the feel of the waves under her fingertips. “I want to make this week work.”
    He grasped her hand and held it. “Kate, if you’re hoping I’ll fall in love with you…if you think you’re in love with me…”
    She shook her head. “I know that’s in the past. We won’t talk of love again, except to say”—she smiled and drew her hand from his, then leaned close and pressed her face near his ear, his dark hair caressing her cheek—“I love being with you.”
    She untied her robe and let it fall open, then pushed the table back and stood in front of him. His gaze dropped to the narrow opening over her chest, locking on the visible swell of her breasts. She took his hand and guided it under the fabric, then pressed it to her naked breast.
    Settling on his thighs, facing him, she stroked over the bulge in his jeans.