Back Always Been You
Chapters (34)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Table of Contents
  4. About This Book
  5. Playlist
  6. Dedication
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. Preview of Love Unexpected
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Also by Q.B. Tyler
  34. About the Author

I let us into the apartment and watch as she sprints for the bedroom. “I have to pee, first!” she yells. I grab some water and a large glass of ice before moving into the bedroom. I see she’s still in the bathroom so I take the time to pull a few things out of the back of my closet. I didn’t necessarily want to whip or flog her like she’s probably picturing, but I do want to explore a few things with her and I’m happy she’s less drunk than she was at the start of the night but feeling tipsy enough to be a little more uninhibited.

I pull off all of my clothes leaving me naked and ready for her when she emerges from the bathroom just as naked. She runs her gaze from my feet all the way up my body until she lands on my eyes and it’s almost over before it starts because my cock already wants to be inside of her just from that one sexy look alone.

“Bed. Lie on your back and spread your legs.” She does as she’s told eagerly and I love her willingness to obey.

I grab two of my ties and tie her hands to the headboard. “My bed is too big and you’re too small to tie your legs as well, but keep them down or I’ll be investing in a spreader bar to keep them where I want them.

“You don’t have one anyway?” she asks. “What is this? I thought I was getting ready for my intro to BDSM?”

I roll my eyes at her cheeky comment. “I’m not an actual dominant, Gabrielle. Now hush.”

“Oh yes, sir.” She purrs and I lean over her, gripping her face.

“You’re kind of killing the vibe here.”

“Sorry, no one told you to do this while I was intoxicated. But let me get into character.” She blows out a puff of air. “I’m ready!”

I know I just have to start and she’ll get in the headspace where I need her to be in no time. “Now I know you have your own vibrator,” I tell her. “But I wanted you to come on one that I bought for you. For us,” I tell her. “This arrived yesterday,” I assure her in case she’s wondering if I’ve ever used it on anyone else.

One of the nights we were apart, I had her fuck herself with her vibrator on FaceTime and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. The way her cunt gripped the rubber. The way her arousal leaked out of her after she came around it. The look on her face when she came. The way she whispered my name as she fell over.