The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (60 page)

           
And now, as David reads passages from his book, casting occasional glances my way, love and desire smoldering in his green depths, my breath catches in my chest when I grab a copy of
Madeleine
and read his dedication for the umpteenth time.
 

           
“
To Marjorie—my editor, my wife, my pet.
 
I may be the one holding the flogger, but I’m the one who’s whipped.”

           
Laughing softly, I turn my gaze back to him.
 
He is looking at me.
 
I smile, mouth, “I love you, Sir,” and melt when he smiles back.
  

           
Of all the small bohemian towns in the entire world, that bastard had to walk into mine.
 
And, oh man, I’m so glad he did!
 
I was once a sad, lonely, miserable woman who ran away from love.
 
Until I met him.

           
The Dom of my dreams.