9
Quinn
“I’m expanding the closet?” The lie pops right out of my mouth.
I immediately feel guilty. I start to try to come up with ideas for a redesign so I’m not lying to my husband. I’d never lie to him. Besides, you never know, once I find out what lies behind this wall that has a super secret James Bond type scanny thing on it, I could decide to expand the closet. So I’m not going to cop to lying just yet.
So many thoughts are running through my mind. I should just tell him what I’m doing so he can admit what he’s been hiding. He might actually take me into his red room of pain and use it with me. Scratch that. I want no part of anything painful. But he’s never hurt me. The small marks Logan left on my skin were far from painful. I loved and adored them as much as I love him.
“Sugar.”
“Don’t call me that.” I drop the sledgehammer, the guilt starting to eat me up. “I’m not sweet. I think I lied to you. I’d never meant to. I swear it.” I fold like a cheap chair. Tears start to pour down my cheeks. “Forgive me.”
“Quinn.” Logan rushes over to me, lifting me off my feet. He carries me out of the closet and back into the bedroom.
“We could expand the closet. Then I wouldn’t be a liar.” I hiccup.
“We can do anything you want, sugar, but please stop crying. I can’t take you being sad.”
“Okay.” I sniffle, trying to get them under control. “They won’t stop.” I burst into more tears. “I, um … I …”
“Shh.” Logan places kisses on my cheeks as he rocks me in his lap. “You’re not a liar. I caught you off guard.”
“You’re not supposed to be home till tomorrow.”
“See? I’m the one that’s a liar.” I lift my head to peek up at him. “I rushed home. I missed you.”
“Really? You don’t act like you miss me.”
He looks almost stricken. “Quinn, I always miss you. We can be in the same room, and I miss you because you’re on the other side of it.”
“Really?” I can’t help but smile at that.
“Always.” He leans down, kissing me softly. When he tries to deepen the kiss, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, hard. He jerks back from me.
“Did I do something wrong?” I didn’t enjoy biting him that way. I’m more of a small nibble kind of girl, but if he wants pain, that’s what I’ll give him. “Oh crappers! I got it wrong. You just want to give me pain.” I try not to cringe, but I think I fail.
“I never want to cause you pain.” He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Do you want to cause me pain? You can bite me if you want. I was just surprised.” He licks his bottom lip.
I shake my head. It’s sweet that he would let me bite on him if it was really my thing. It might not be his thing, but his cock is hard right now and pressing into my booty.
“I don’t want to cause you pain, but you’re hard,” I point out.
“I’m hard because you’re in my lap, sugar. I only have to smell you and I’m hard.”
I can’t help but wiggle on his cock. He grips my hips, stopping me. I suck in a breath, my nipples tightening at the firmness of his grip.
I need to stay on task here. With a few kisses, Logan can have me forgetting everything and falling back into bed with him. Sex the past few weeks might have been sweet and slow, but it’s still mind-blowingly good. I love all the different ways he makes love to me.
I hate the idea that he holds back. I might not be into the red room of pain, but there might be some kind of work around. We’re married. Like he said, he'd let me bite him if I wanted to. I want to fill his needs as well.
“You lied to me.”
“Sugar.” For the first time ever, I think I see fear in Logan’s eyes. I totally busted him. I knew it!
“You said you didn’t have another woman back here before me.” I cut him off.
I’d be okay with us taking our time to find a home. Logan has a lot of specifications when it came to choosing one. Security being at the top of that list. Which is why I’d moved into his penthouse. He said having state of the art security would make him feel better when has to travel. I agreed as long as this wasn’t some bachelor pad I was moving into. He promised no other woman had been here. He said this was his sanctuary.
“Never.”
I glare into his eyes.
“I swear.”
“Then why do you have a red room of pain?”
His brows draw together. “Red room of what?”
“I’m not judging. If you have your kinks I want to be into them with you. Pain isn’t my thing. Maybe we could repaint it pink and it could be the pink room of kink.” It already sounds more inviting.
“My kink is fucking my wife. You’re all I want, Quinn. The second I saw you, I knew you were all I’d ever want. I love you and no one else.”
“Logan.” I close my eyes, wrapping myself around him. “I just saw that panel thing and didn’t know what it was.”
I know every word he said is the truth. Logan isn’t the cheating type, and he does love me. He runs his hands up and down my back.
“It’s a control room. It monitors all the security in the penthouse.” He pauses, and I think he’s going to say more, but he doesn’t.
I bury my face in his neck.
“Is a red room of pain some BDSM stuff?” he asks.
I nod.
“I don’t need a special room to fuck my wife, but if you want a pink room of kink I’ll see what I can do.” I snort a laugh, forgetting for a moment that I was in the closet with a sledgehammer.
“We might need a pink room soon,” I say, lifting my head. “Or maybe blue.”
“Quinn?”
He might be keeping things from me, but I’ll never keep anything from him. Especially something as big as this. Or maybe I’m avoiding dealing with whatever he’s hiding. If it’s not the red room of pain and just a ‘control room,’ then why has he never shown it to me?
“Sugar?” He grips my jaw and gently turns my gaze back to his. “Are you saying …” He swallows hard.
“I’m pregnant.”
10
Logan
“Pregnant.” The sound of that word is like a shot to my heart, or maybe more like a syringe of adrenaline.
“You mean you’re really—”
“Pregnant.” She nods, tears in her eyes.
Everything inside me goes off at once, like a fireworks show accidentally lit up all at once. I let out a barbaric yawp and twirl her around. She squeals with amusement. I’ve never been so full of joy and excitement in life—except for perhaps the day I married Quinn. God, we’ve been trying to make a baby, and my beautiful, wonderful wife has done it. Happiness is helium, lifting me off my feet as I twirl her and smile so big my face might crack.
Then I remember. Pregnant. So I put her down. God, what am I thinking?
“I didn’t mean to do that.” I walk her toward the bed and ease her onto it. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”