The Gardener Excerpt

For a few weeks afterwards, he saw her, but she was always completely clothed, until a month later when he arrived to find her wrapped in a terry towel bathrobe with a towel on her head. Before he was aware of what he was doing, he’d pulled the sash out of the robe and had her hands tied together after peeling it off her lush body.

His cock surged behind the zipper of his jeans at the memory of their first time together. She’s everything I want in a woman. Gentle and caring, but a complete submissive. Pushing the mower back to his truck he rolled it onto the trailer and secured it with ease. Patting his pockets to make sure he had his keys and the slender collar he’d picked out, he headed back up the walk to the house.

He hoped she’d accept it because he hadn’t been able to think of a better birthday present for her. I’m ready to make our relationship permanent. Walking in the front door like he owned it, he flipped the lock on it with a smile. Alexa turned from sliding glass doors and immediately knelt down, her head lowered.

​“Upstairs.” Scrambling to her feet, she obeyed.

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