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  Her Convenient Dom

  Dominant Men Book Two

  Isabella Kole

  Blushing Books

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  "Come here, baby. I think it's time you learned the ropes." He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap.

  She could feel his erection as she lay there, waiting for his next move. Was he teasing now, since he was aroused, or was he really going to punish her?

  His hand moved up her leg, pushing the robe up and out of his way. She moaned as his hand came in contact with her right bottom cheek. She began to move to try to ease some of her discomfort. She really needed for him to finish what he had started before dinner.

  "You are a horny little thing, aren't you?" he asked. "I never would have guessed." His finger found her slit, and the juices flowed over it, proving him right.

  "Are you really going to punish me when we could be doing something else?" she asked timidly, not knowing quite what to expect.

  "Oh, Harper, I am so going to enjoy teaching you. This isn't going to be a punishment spanking, by any means. You'll soon learn the difference."

  "You mean there are other kinds?" she asked, confused.

  "Wait and see. Answer your own question for me later." That was all the information he would give her.

  His hand pushed the robe up further, and then she felt him caressing her back, her buttocks and her thighs before he laid his palm against her skin in a sharp smack. Immediately, before she could respond, his middle finger found its way back to her wetness and he began to stroke her. As she moaned in delight, he stopped, and another slap landed on her other cheek. She moved, trying to find relief on his pants-covered hard shaft. He was having none of it, though.

  "Young lady, if you don't stop that—"

  "You'll do what? Smack my ass again?" she asked, interrupting him again.

  "You know, for such a sweet girl, you have a smart mouth," he said as his hand cracked down again, this time, once on each cheek. As before, he immediately went back to her slit to check her flow. "Okay, I can see that you are going to explode on my pants if I don't do something soon." He picked her up and helped her back to a lying state against the pillows. Then he stood up and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. When his cock was finally freed from his shorts, it sprang to life and was pointed straight toward her.

  Harper's eyes grew wide. She had only been intimate with Shawn, and he was nowhere near the size of her new husband. Wow, could her body even handle that thing?

  "It's okay, baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Not ever. Remember, you trust me." He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

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  Isabella Kole

  Her Convenient Dom

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-61258-979-4

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  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

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  Chapter 1

  It was late afternoon in the Mississippi river town of Moline, Illinois, and as the last patient of the day walked out the door of Dr. Jacob Kellum's office, a tired Harper Easton quickly ran to the door to lock up for the evening. But before she could get the task accomplished, a man rushed in with a small child in his arms.

  "My son was just injured; is the doctor still in?" The man was visibly upset as he cradled the small boy whose forehead sported a blood-soaked bandage.

  "Yes, sir, follow me to the exam room. We'll get this little guy taken care of. What happened?" Harper asked as she removed the bandage gingerly. Tears were rolling down the chubby cheeks of the boy, but he allowed her to look at his injury.

  "He was playing at the playground and fell off the swings. His nanny should have been watching him instead of talking on her cell." The child's father was visibly agitated with the neglectful nanny.

  "Let me just get it cleaned up so the doctor can get a better look at it." She smiled down at the little boy. Turning to his father, she said, "I'll need for you to fill out some forms while we're waiting for the doctor."

  "Whatever, just see to my son."

  Harper hurriedly cleaned the nasty gash. Realizing it would need sutures, she prepared everything for the procedure before leaving the room to summon Dr. Kellum. She was exhausted from a busy day, but something about the man and his little boy tore at her heartstrings. With a renewed energy, she set about her work.

  When she returned to the room and handed the man the necessary paperwork, he was whispering to the little boy. As he rocked the child, he said, "It's all right, Aiden, Daddy's here. You can be a big boy for the doctor. Daddy's right here with you, every step of the way."

  The boy had stopped whimpering, seemingly content to be in his father's strong arms. Harper's heart leapt at such a display of fatherly love. What a lucky woman his wife must be. Would she ever be that fortunate? She certainly hadn't had any luck in the man department yet.

  "Can you put him on the table?" Harper pointed to the exam table in the room while glancing at the chart for a name.

  "Bentley, Parker Bentley. And this little trouper is Aiden." Mr. Bentley stood up and walked to the table, gently putting his son down. The boy clung to his father, but after some reassuring words were whispered, he agreed to stay put.

  "Well, Aiden, you certainly are a little trouper. I'll have to see if we can find some stickers for you." Harper patted a chubby, clenched fist. "Relax, sweetheart, your daddy is right here, and so am I. My name's Harper."

  Dr. Kellum entered the room. "What have we here, young man? It looks like you might have had a run in with a swing or a slide, and you didn't come out the winner."

  The boy giggled as his father explained what had happened. "I'm in town on business. My son was at the playground with his nanny, and she was, apparently, not watching him as she should have been. Aiden fell out of the swing and cut his head."

  "I see. Well, let's take a look. I won't hurt you, Aiden. I just want to take a peek." The kindly doctor carefully examined the wound. Dr. Kellum was an old-fashioned family practitioner, having been in practice for several years.

  "Is it bad?"

  "He'll need some stitches, but he'll be fine. Harper, could you help me? Sheila's already gone."

  "Yes, Dr. Kellum. I think I have everything ready for you."

  "Excellent. Mr. Bentley, if you'll stand right over here, you'll be out of the way but still close enough to hold your son's
hand for moral support."

  Harper assisted her boss, smiling at the father-and-son duo while the doctor expertly stitched the child's head. The small boy smiled up at her with tears rolling down his chubby, little-boy cheeks once again. What a little charmer, she thought as she reached down and patted the hand his father wasn't holding. She imagined that the father could be every bit the charmer too and found herself daydreaming.

  "Take him to your family doctor in a few weeks to have the sutures removed. There shouldn't be much of a scar, just a small line. It shouldn't be very noticeable at all."

  The doctor's words snapped her attention back to the present.

  "Thank you so much. With Aiden's mother gone, I try my best, but sometimes the children just have to be in the care of someone else. It's never the same as a mother."

  "Well, I'd say you're doing a good job. Aiden is a lucky little boy."

  Mr. Bentley walked out to the reception desk, where Harper made a copy of his insurance card. As she handed it back to him, he smiled at her. She hadn't noticed before how truly handsome he was. He was a tall, muscular man with dark brown hair, showing the slightest hint of gray at the temples, and the most beautiful green eyes she'd ever seen. He looked the part of distinguished businessman, but when he smiled, his whole face lit up. And when he looked at his son, a different side of the man was revealed. He was quite evidently a devoted father. Obviously, this man knew how to balance the priorities in his life. He'd said his son's mother was gone. What had happened? Was he available, then? She shook her head to rid her mind of such inappropriate thoughts about a patient's parent.

  "I'd like to thank you, ma'am, for helping us tonight. I know I've kept you late. Could I make it up to you by inviting you to have dinner with us tonight?" Parker flashed a smile that would melt any woman's heart, especially one that had been badly broken. Aiden was giving her a similar, little-boy version of the heart-melting look, making it even more difficult to resist the two.

  Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at the gorgeous man standing in front of her. Every sensible bone in her body was telling her to decline the invitation, but her heart was telling her to accept. What else did she have to do, anyway, besides going home to another lonely night in her apartment and eating a frozen dinner in front of the television until she was so bored, she went to bed? Alone. Dreaming of a life that just didn't seem to be within her grasp.

  "Well, I-I don't know." She looked up at him in surprise.

  "I'm sorry. I guess I should have asked if you were married, but I didn't see a ring," the man replied apologetically, flashing a smile once more that made it very hard for her to say no.

  "No, I'm not married. And, yes, I would like to have dinner with you and Aiden." Harper smiled back at him, giving in to her heart rather than her mind.

  "Actually, I have a daughter, too. Ava's back at the hotel with the absent-minded nanny. I hated to leave her with that woman after what happened at the playground, but I just grabbed Aiden and ran when I got the call."

  "In that case, I'd like to have dinner with the three of you." Harper laughed as she looked from father to son. Aiden had stopped crying by now and was busy looking at the stickers she'd given him. As his father held him in his arms, he clapped his hands, apparently happy that she'd said yes.

  "Great. Would you mind meeting us at the hotel? I want to get Aiden back there and check on Ava. I need to have a few words with my nanny, as well."

  "Tell me where and when, and I'll be there. I need to finish just a few things here and run home to freshen up a bit, first."

  "We're at the Residence Inn. Come by in about an hour or so; don't rush yourself. Whenever you're ready will be fine. I'll leave word at the desk to let me know when you arrive." He scribbled down the address for her on a pad that lay on the counter.

  "Okay, I'll be there. See you soon, Aiden." She looked at the sweet little boy who was shyly smiling up at her.

  The Bentleys left, waving to her as they walked out the door. Harper locked the door behind them before she finished closing up for the night, then Dr. Kellum walked her out.

  "Do you know who that was, Harper?"

  "No, should I?" she asked as she unlocked the door to her gray Camry.

  "Parker Bentley is one of the wealthiest businessmen in the state. He owns a chain of restaurants. The Heavenly Gourmet, I believe they're called."

  "Are you serious? I just agreed to have dinner with him and his two children."

  Surprised, Dr. Kellum said, "That's unlike you, Harper, to go out with someone you've just met, isn't it?"

  "Yes, it is. But he was so nice and so concerned for his little boy. He said he wanted to thank me for staying late."

  "His wife passed away about two years ago, if I remember correctly. It was a tragic accident. I don't recall the details."

  "I remember reading about that, now that you mention it."

  "Well, have fun, Harper. I'm sure he'll treat you to a nice meal. Just be careful."

  "Thanks, Dr. K. I'll see you tomorrow."

  Harper drove home to change out of her scrubs, thinking about what Dr. Kellum had told her. Why in the world would a man like Parker Bentley, who could have any woman he wanted, ask me out to dinner? But wouldn't it be nice, just for once, to be wanted by a man like Parker? Her mind started to wander again as she drove the short distance to her home.

  When she arrived at her apartment, she raced into her bedroom, stripping off her clothes as she went. After quickly running through the shower, she chose a summery floral sundress for the evening and added a pair of white, strappy sandals. Casual yet feminine, she thought as she twirled in front of her mirror. She brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair until it shone, deciding to wear it down for the evening instead of in the messy bun she usually wore at the office. After dabbing a little light cologne on her wrists and neck, she grabbed her purse and keys. On the way to the hotel, she realized she should have known who he was when he told her his name. Somehow, it just hadn't clicked with seeing him playing the role of devoted father instead of restaurant entrepreneur. What business could he have in a place like Moline? Was he planning to open a restaurant there?

  When she got to the desk, she told the girl behind the counter that Mr. Bentley was expecting her.

  "Yes, ma'am, I'll let him know you're here." The girl picked up the receiver to make the call. She soon smiled at Harper, gave her the room number, and told her to go on up.

  Surprised, Harper went in search of the room. She had expected they'd come down to meet her. She timidly knocked on the door. A little girl, slightly older than Aiden, answered the door and led Harper into the suite.

  "You must be the pretty lady from the doctor's office my daddy and Aiden told me about." The girl was cute, with blonde curls and the same remarkable green eyes as her father. She was looking at Harper with a quizzical look on her face.

  "Well, my name is Harper, and, yes, I do work for Dr. Kellum. You must be Ava. Your daddy told me about you, too."

  "He did?"

  "He sure did. How's Aiden doing?"

  "He's watching television. Daddy and me have been trying to keep him quiet, but that's hard to do." The little girl rolled her eyes dramatically.

  Refraining from correcting the child's grammar, Harper laughed and said, "I'll bet it is."

  "Jill—she's our nanny—had a big fight with Daddy, and she quit. He was mad at her because she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone when Aiden got hurt. He told her it was a good thing she quit, cuz he was gonna fire her anyway."

  "Oh, I see."

  "Harper, you're here," Parker said, coming into the room, looking every bit as handsome as he had earlier. Only now, he was wearing casual khakis and a pale blue sport shirt. "I hope you don't mind that we'll have our meal here. I've taken the liberty of ordering takeout for us. I hate to take Aiden out after the ordeal this afternoon."

  "That's quite all right. Ava and I were just getting acquainted."

  "I'll bet that
was interesting. She's quite the little chatterbox." Parker laughed as he affectionately ruffled his daughter's blonde hair.

  "We're getting along just fine," Harper answered, winking at the child.

  "Would you like to come into the other room and say hello to Aiden? I've finally gotten him settled on the bed with the television to keep him company. He's already eaten."

  "I'd love to see our brave boy again."

  Parker led her into the bedroom the children apparently shared. She saw that Aiden was indeed comfortable. Settled against several pillows with the television set blaring, he looked quite content.

  "Hi, Aiden, are you feeling better?"

  "Yes, ma'am, I'm feeling lots better now. Daddy said I could watch a movie if I stay in bed."

  "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. I'll be sure and tell Dr. Kellum, in the morning."

  "He's a nice man."

  "Yes, he is. He's been just like a father to me."

  "Don't you have a real daddy?"

  "Yes, I do, but my real daddy is in Heaven with the angels."

  "That's where my mommy is. Maybe they know each other."

  "I'll just bet they do." Harper caught Parker's eye.

  He was smiling at her as he mouthed the words, "Thank you."

  "We're going to eat our dinner now, big boy. If you need us, ring that little bell by your bed."

  "Okay. Ava, will you stay with me?"

  "Sure, Aiden," the little girl said as she sat on the bed next to her brother.

  "Has she eaten too?" Harper asked as they walked back into the living room of the suite.