Page 52 of Wanted
Chapter 12
Marcus
“I need to borrow a playbag,” Marcus said, as he found Spencer making his rounds in the dungeon play area.
“You sullied my wall,” Spencer replied, without looking around. “I touch that wall on my way in and out of here.”
Stifling a sigh, Marcus refrained from rolling his eyes. “You do not. Nobody touches those walls.”
“I might need to touch them. Someday. Klara might touch them.”
He scoffed. “Talking to you when you’re like this is like trying to reason with the worst princess brat mid-tantrum. I’m going to get you a tiara, I swear to God.”
Spencer turned on him. “Says the unprepared dom who needs to borrow my playbag.”
“Did you bring one or not?”
“It’s in my office.” Dismissing him, the club manager turned his attention back to the goings on. “If I smell you on Klara’s hand when she reaches for me later, I’m banning you both.”
Snorting, Marcus started towards the office.
“Oh, and Marcus…”
Waving a hand, he kept walking. “I’ll pay for the damn glasses. Just charge my account.”
“Marcus.”
Stopping misstep, he stifled another sigh and turned back. “Yes, my darling brat?”
Rolling his eyes, Spencer glared at him, then nodded in the other direction.
He followed the other man’s gaze to where Anna was once more sitting on the massage table, waiting. She was fully clothed this time, one hand on her trim stomach as if willing her nerves to be still.
“Is she going to be okay?”
He intended to make sure of it. “Yes.”
Eyeing him, Spencer finally nodded. “She looks good,” he said. “Much better than the last time I saw her.”
She looked better than good. To him, Marcus realized, she had become everything. Only more. More than a companion, or a submissive who lived in his house because someone had called in a favor. More than someone he had come to focus on more than the lingering pain in his bum leg. In fact, the only thing she wasn’t, was a job.
How long had it been since he’d felt that way for someone?
“She is better,” he agreed, his gaze softening as he watched her rub her palms against her skirted thighs, smoothing the fabric against her legs. She was nervous in a way she hadn’t been when Anders had taken her off to scene.
Maybe because he mattered to her too, more than just some random dom at Black Light.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone who had made him feel that special in a long time either.
“You’ve been good for her,” Spencer said.
She’d been better for him.
“Congratulations.”
Marcus nodded once. “Thanks for the bag.”
“Rock her world.”
