Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

I wanted to push her buttons. She’d seemed so confident in my office, and now she was slowly unraveling. “Let me guess,” I said. “Him on top.” Her head turned away so she could stare out the passenger window. “Sure, yeah. You got me.” Everything deflated. This wasn’t as fun as I had hoped it would be, and now the silence was tense and uncomfortable, her posture stiff. I’d fucked it all up. “Hey, forget it, I’m sorry—” “I like when he’s behind me.” Her soft, almost guilty voice was a caress of leather cat o’nines across trembling skin. It got me hot. “Oh, yeah? Why?” She paused, as if unsure whether to continue. “I like . . . when he’s in charge.” My grip tightened on the wheel. “Do you? You like it when he’s got his hands on your waist, fucking you?” She squirmed, so of course I had to go all the way to find her limit. “Or maybe,” I continued, “you like one hand wrapped around your throat and the other touching your pussy, as he’s slamming his cock inside you.” “Oh my God.” Her face locked up in shock. “That’s how I like it.”