Page 37 of The Silencer

I scoff and then roll my eyes. “I’m not really that quiet about it.”

He takes a sip and then nods to the door. “Put on your robe and leave.”

“Oh, but I feel like we have so much to unpack,” I say with a saucy grin, still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “So, does this mean if I prattle on and on, you’ll touch me again?”

Anthony eyes me, running the rim of the glass over his bottom lip.

“Do you ever listen to authority?”

“I mean, if I’m scared, maybe. You don’t scare me though.”

I wink at him, and he takes another sip of his drink.

“You should listen though, Tatum. Not doing so could get you into trouble.”

“Like trouble with you?” I ask as I reach for my robe and tug it over me, hiding my dick from view. “Because so far, I’ve been enjoying the punishments.”

“Those aren’t punishments.”

“Okay, whatever you say, Boss-man.”

We’re at a standstill, him watching me sit there on his couch, not moving.

“You do need to leave, Tatum. I have things to do.”

“Like what? I, for one, will be going on a nice romantic walk with your son and Casey. A moonlit walk.”

Anthony shifts on his feet.

“Then you better get going.”

“I should. Can I bring Teddy with me? I have a lot to tell him. He’s a great listener.”

Anthony’s jaw ticks and he moves toward me, making my heart rate triple. Oh god, please shut me up again.

“You can take him, as long as you stick to the gardens,” he says as he stops in front of me. He grabs on to the robe and holds it out in front of him, gesturing for me to get up and put it on.

Well, fine then.

I stand with a slight wince, slipping my arms through the sleeves and letting him help me tie it closed.

“See you in the morning?” I ask when he walks me to his office door.

Anthony nods and ushers me out before closing it behind me.

I honestly don’t know what just happened, but I plan on telling Teddy all about it.

7

ANTHONY

Ihave the ability to turn things—thoughts, feelings—on and off. In all aspects of my life. I have to in order to get things done, to live with my choices and actions.

The only time in my life that I found it hard was with my late wife, Laura, and those sacred times when I was intimate with her. I let myself feel, let myself show how I felt about her, how I loved her.

When my sons were born, I cried.

When I laid my wife to rest, I broke down alone.

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