He says that as if he’s frustrated about the fact. He purses his lips and turns back to me. “Anyway. Thanks for this.”
“I’m not doing anything. Do you really think they would come at you during the wedding?”
“I’m not willing to chance it.”
“You know Brooklyn and the others would never let anything happen to her.”
“I’m too angry to say what my siblings will or won’t do. You know me well enough to know I’m covering all the angles. The one time in my life that I didn’t it cost me more than I could afford to lose,” he grumbles.
I nod. “Yeah, I understand. Although you know you didn’t have to offer money. I would have asked her to do it for free,” I reply.
“If I’m right, she’s family. She should be enjoying the wedding with you guys. She deserves the pay.”
I snort. “I’m practically dragging her kicking and screaming. You might have helped me out more than you know.”
Logan turns his gaze on me. “Ya look happy. I don’t know if I’ve ever been able to truly say that about ya over the years. It looks good on ya. Do what ya need to keep her. I will regret my mistakes for as long as I live. Never let her down, ya hear,” he says slipping deep into his accent.
“Yeah, I hear you.”
He stands and pats me on the shoulder. “Good. We’ll be getting out of your hair. See you soon.”
I watch Roni as the guys say their goodbyes and leave. I don’t plan on letting her down or letting her go. She turns to me and for the first time today that smile is out.
My Roni.
“Come here. It’s been too long since you’ve been in my arms,” I say.
She gives me this sexy look. “You got it, boss.”
Oh yeah, I’m definitely never letting her go.
Chapter 54
Cared For
Roni
“Nice,” I murmur to myself. “Almost done.”
I’m lying in the middle of the bed working John’s books for the business. He is not about the books, scheduling jobs and getting the job done is his thing. I’m getting things in order and setting it up for his dad to have access to the account John created to send Black and Lock their cut of the business.
Black Confidential has been doing great. We’re able to do jobs here and there while also helping out Black and Lock. John seems to be happy with the workflow, but my head almost exploded when I looked over his shoulder as he looked at all this last night.
With our flight leaving in the morning, I want this done. I hit send on the email for Joe and Rob. I’ve finished the task of linking their access. I save and start to look over my work.
That’s when a gift box is tossed on the bed. I look up to find John standing before the bed staring back at me. He reaches for his shirt and begins to strip out of his clothes. Sitting up and crossing my legs in front of me, I take in the show he’s putting on.
Once he’s butt naked, he stands with his legs set wide and arms across his chest. “Put that on,” he commands.
“Put what on, Mr. Black?” I say with a grin.
“Open the box, smartass.”
I reach for the box and take the lid off. Peeling the tissue paper back, I find a sheer scrap of fabric. I hold it up and look over it at John.
“You needed all that box for this little bullshit?”
He drops his head back and blows out a breath. “Only you,” he snorts. He looks at me and barks the command again. “Put it on.”
I toss it back into the box and stare at him. He shakes his head at me, but I don’t move. Yup, I’m defiant for the sake of it.
He bends at the waist and places his palms flat on the bed. “You want this as bad as I do. We’ve been talking about it for the last two days. What’s the problem, princess?”
I get on all fours and claw to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I place my forehead to his. “This handing over control thing. It may be a problem.”
He lifts to his full height bringing me with him. I wrap my legs around him, and he captures my lips. The taste of something citrus bursts into my mouth, pulling a moan from my lips.
“You said that wasn’t a problem for you. What’s changed your mind?”
“I like watching you try not to be annoyed when I don’t listen.” I pout.
He releases a laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
He kisses my nose. “How about this? For today, this will be all about your pleasure and yours alone. We go inside and do whatever you want. One day of you having full control before you hand it all over to me.”
“You…give up control? Yeah, right.”
He nips my lip. “The only way to find out is to put that on and follow me.”
He gets the biggest side eye ever from me as I slide down his body. However, I take off his T-shirt I’ve been wearing and peel off my panties. Making a show of it, I turn my back to him and reach for the teddy in the gift box.
With a grunt, he walks off toward the master bath. I get the scrap of fabric on and follow after him. When I get into the closet, the door to the playroom is already sitting open.
I try not to drool over this man as he sits back on his elbows, on the bench in front of the bed.
“Well, where do you want to start?”
Where do I want to start? I want to do it all. Everything I’ve watched and been curious about when we’ve gone to Club Desire. The whole nine yards.
I chew my lip trying to decide on an actual answer. This place is larger than his master bedroom and fully equipped for a sex play dream.
I don’t know why I was so surprised the first time he brought me in here. This place is better than any red room. I like that it’s dark and sensual. Mixes of black and gray make up the wall colors and furnishings.
The four-poster bed sits on a platform in the center of the room, anchoring the space. It has a black leather tufted headboard—the masculine feature gives the room a bold statement. Actually, it’s the bed and the mirrored half wall that rises up behind it.
A large boxed like mirror that spans most of the bed is suspended above from black chains similar to a light fixture or something. All the other bondage furniture fits in the room as if a designer strategically placed them into the design. Pleasing to the eye and functional.
This place puts Club Desire to shame. There’s a bondage board, swing, a bench, bondage cross, a sex wheel, this box like table that has grabbed my attention a number of times. The thing looks like a piece of normal furniture—a simple coffee table—but with its padded base and the hole in the center, I know it’s anything but.
That’s just the start of what’s in here. This room was built for pleasure and tranquility. Water features run in front of the display shelves that hold toys and accessories.
Does he think he can purify himself before and after the kinky shit he does?
I snort at my thoughts.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say.
He gives me a curious look but doesn’t push. I look around the room, still deciding. When I turn fully, the water and platform behind me come into view.
You should always be in control. Allow him to think he is, but you’re always topping mentally… Always. Be. Teasing.