Seven Day Loan

God, I love a man who reads

But I wasn't done," she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him. "Yes, you were." "Yes, sir." "Lay down on your back." "Very yes, sir.

I won't ask you to stay," he said. Eleanor could barely look at him althought there was nothing more she wanted to do than memorize every line and angle of his face. "But I want to." She inhaled sharply and forced a smile. "I won't say 'yes' if you do ask...but I want to.

Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies ourselves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz...but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman's heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.

...I know how she must have felt. Pressure to be in charge of the world. So much responsibility. The whole world on her...to let go and just give herself to you, to give up to you..." "I'm glad you understand...few women do." "Oh, they do. They're just afraid to admit it... in the dusty dark little corner of every woman's heart... lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.

Eleanor wrapped her arms around aniel's neck as he lowered her feet to the cold floor. She leaned into him and inhaled his scent - warm and clean with the slightest hing of fireplace smoke - and committed it to memory. "Don't worry," she said, finally letting him go. "I miss you already.

I keep forgetting who I’m dealing with. The Queen of Kink.” “I’m a trained submissive. More like King’s Consort. I’m not worthy to hold actual rank,” she said with a wink. “Well, I’m honored to consort with you.” Eleanor gave him her best wicked grin. “Then consort with me already.

So you,” she said, meeting his eyes, “are a librarian. What does that make me then? A seven-day loan?” Daniel laughed as he set his book aside. He moved toward her and lightly gripped her knees. “Seven-day loan… I’m not sure I like the thought of giving you back.” He slid his hands up her thighs and took her by the hips. “But what about overdue fines?” she asked, playfully flashing her eyes at him. “I think I can afford them,” he said. Eleanor tried to voice another protest but his mouth was already on hers.