The Man from Sanctum (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded #3) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
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“I should have waited until we were alone to try a little intimacy. Can we talk now? Not in an academic way. I want to sit here in the dark and talk to you about what you saw and what you felt today. You weren’t scared of me?”

She managed to not roll her eyes. She’d done a number on him. She needed to show him. She stood and moved to him, shifting so she could lower herself down onto his lap. “This is how you wanted to talk, right?”

His arm curled around her waist. “I did. We need to look like a couple.”

Somehow it was easier talking to him in the intimacy of the warm, dark night. Here in his space, she felt more settled, more like herself than she’d been before. “Well, we never had problems with that, did we? I remember my dad asking if you needed to hold my hand all the time.”

He chuckled. “I think he asked if I would die if I didn’t hold your hand because I did it so damn often. I got a lot of lectures on keeping my hands to myself.”

She breathed in the night air and his scent filled her, too, taking her right back to a good time in her life. She couldn’t fool herself that her relationship with Deke had been anything but lovely until the end. “I’m fighting getting close to you because I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“I’m afraid I’ll get hurt again. I’m afraid I won’t fit in and I’ll look ridiculous. I’m afraid I will fit in and I’ll like it and there won’t be a place for me when this is all over. I’m a big bundle of nerves, and I’m reacting poorly.”

“We should have done this first. I should have turned off the lights and put my arms around you and talked about this like a friend and not a mentor. I know you’re scared, but I have no intention of hurting you. It’s the last thing I want to do. It was the last thing I wanted to do then.”

She felt herself stiffen. “I don’t…”

“Want to talk about it,” he finished for her. “Let’s view this as a moment out of time. There are zero expectations on you. I’ll take what you willingly give me. I won’t push you further than you’re willing to go on the personal front. When it comes to the mission, I have to push you, baby. You have to understand that he’s going to know if you’re not comfortable in normal club settings. We don’t want him asking questions. We want him to trust us enough that we can get him to organize a play party at his house. That’s where you’ll get to his personal system.”

It was kind of brilliant. And it could absolutely work, but only if she convinced Nolan she was who she’d said she was. “I’ll be better tomorrow. I promise. We have a day and a half, right? We don’t have to leave until Sunday afternoon. I promise I’ll be what I need to be.”

“Not when you’re so tense I can feel it coming off you.” His mouth was close to her ear, warmth sparking through her. “I can think of a way to help you relax and make you comfortable around me. I’m your partner in this. I understand that you have no interest in an emotional relationship with me.”

“I didn’t say that. I said I was scared of it. I’m also not in a place where a relationship would work for me. It’s why I’m not going to see Dan again.” That was a little fib. She wasn’t going to see Dan again because she knew she would need time and space before she could consider dating anyone after seeing Deke again. “I need to concentrate on work. Besides, you live here and I live in LA.”

“Exactly. It can’t work, so why should you be afraid? You know it’s not going to be long term. It’s a job.” A big hand was on her thigh.

Being with him alone in the moonlight was doing something that the club hadn’t been able to do. It was making her soften up, making her brain a little fuzzy at the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand.

“Part of this job is honoring the contract we signed this afternoon.” His words were rumbled along the side of her neck, every single one seeming to find a straight line to her traitorous pussy. Maybe not traitorous, exactly. Sentimental. Her pussy was sentimental, and he was a really good memory.

The contract they’d signed had been a basic D/s contract. The Dom would take care of the sub and yadda yadda, sex could happen or not happen, yadda yadda, rules, yadda yadda, punishment. It had an end date. Their D/s relationship would terminate when the job was done.


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