Page 75 of Making Over Maris

But not just any book.

It was a very special book that sent illicit arousal and bone-deep exhilaration rushing through him.

Bone deep.

Oh, yeah. His cock had leaped to attention as soon as he’d gotten a glimpse at the cover.

It was a large coffee table book with glossy photos, entitled Mistress Monique’s Bondage Studio, but it truly belonged on only the most decadent coffee table. It was filled with pictures of women in slinky catsuits, latex and nine-inch stilettos.

And men. In bondage.

His mouth watered and he wiggled a little as he flipped through it.

It was fascinating.

Scintillating.

Because Sara had given it to him.

That blew him away.

He’d always suspected she had this particular bent—she was awfully bossy and always seemed surprised when people didn’t immediately obey her. And whenever he indulged in a racy fantasy about a dominant woman, she always had Sara’s face.

That she might really be into this made him weak at the knees. Made him weak everywhere. With one very vigorous exception.

His cock thrummed with every beat of his heart as excitement—and one of those racy fantasies—skirled through him.

Imagine. Sara. Standing over him. Dressed like that. Barking orders—

Holy. Fuck.

And then he remembered—he was supposed to call her.

He fumbled for his cell phone. Thank God he had her on speed dial because he wasn’t capable of punching more than one number.

“Did you open it?” Her voice rumbled through the line. He loved that she didn’t bother with a greeting, that she already knew it was him. Also, he loved the compelling lilt of her voice.

“Yes.”

“Did you look through it?”

He shifted restlessly. “Yes.”

“Well? What did you think?”

What did he think?

There was no thinking.

“Jack?” Was he imagining the wobble in her voice? “Did you like it?”

“Oh. I liked it.”

“You did?” Her tone firmed. “Of course you did. You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you, Jack?”

Apparently. He’d like to be naughtier. “Come over.”

She laughed. “I can’t. You have homework.”

His heart, and his cock, lurched. “What’s my homework?”

“I want you to read that book, Jack. Memorize it. And I do mean memorize it. I’m coming over for dinner tomorrow night—”

“You are?”

“Don’t interrupt. I’m coming over for dinner tomorrow night and after you feed me dinner, there will be a quiz on that book.” Oh. Goody. A quiz. He loved quizzes. “And you don’t want to get an answer wrong. If you do, I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”

Oh. God. “Y-yes.”

“All right, Jack. You’d better get to work. Study hard. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After he hung up he sat there for a long, long while with Mistress Monique’s Bondage Studio on his lap. But he didn’t need to study anything.

Because he already had a copy.

He’d memorized every page.