Page 35 of Mob Knight

Bull-fucking-shit.

I’m going to love this.

“If I like something, and I want to keep going, but it’s too much, how do I let you know? I mean, if I don’t want to stop altogether, but I need it lighter?”

He thinks for a moment, then quirks a brow. “Deli?”

Bodega and deli.

I laugh and nod. “Sure.”

We grow quiet as he parks. When I reach for the door, he leans across me and stops me.

“Most days aren’t like the one when we met or even when I ran into Pablo. Most days are normal by normal people’s standards. But when you’re with me, there are extra precautions. Never get out of the car before I open the door for you. Part of it is chivalry. My parents would skelp my arse if I didn’t. But an equal part is precaution. I want to be outside and surveying the area before you get out of the safety of my car. If I tell you to stay inside, you obey. You lock the doors and stay put. The windows will always be up before I pull into a spot. What I’m willing to risk when I’m alone isn’t what I’m willing to risk with you. When we have our masks, I’ll park a little farther away because anyone looking for me would recognize my cars. Tonight, I want us closer since we don’t have the anonymity.”

That definitely sounds like he assumes—expects—there to be more than just tonight. And cars? Just how many does he own? I’m certain he’s richer than I can imagine.

“Yes, sir.”

“Cormac…Or Cor.” He says his nickname softer. “We’re not in a scene. I’d rather you say my name.”

“Am I only your sub when we scene? Or do you want D/s dynamics whenever we’re together?”

“You can always call me by my name, Joey. If we’re scening, I’ll punish you if you do because you’re being careless or flippant. But if you need my attention or we’re merely talking, then use my name or sir. Whichever you prefer.”

He slides out of the car, and it gives me a moment to breathe as he walks around to my door. This is fucking intense. One moment I was hoping to run into him at his cousin’s bar. The next I’m agreeing to go to a sex club with him. Now, I’ve agreed to be his sub. I feel like we leapt over about sixty steps, but I don’t want to go back or slow down.

He stands outside my door for a moment while he taps his phone screen. Perhaps he’s requesting the masks be at the door when we get there. He slips his phone into his pants pocket and looks around. He opens my door and offers me his hand. I feel like a princess—at a BDSM club. Not quite what Disney had in mind, but it might be my happiest place on Earth.

I get out, and he closes the door behind me. Once again, his hand is at my lower back. I know not to expect him to hold my hand or wrap his arm around me. But I can still wish he would. He knocks on the door, and an enormous guy opens it. None of us speak as the bouncer gives us the masks.

Mine covers my entire face, but not the rest of my head. Cormac’s is like you see in a mocking all-leather BDSM meme. Except, he doesn’t look like a middle-aged potbelly, hairy man. He looks mysterious and intimidating, which only adds to his sex appeal. I know I’m not alone in my opinion because I see men and women watching him as we walk toward the reception desk. It’s not mere curiosity. It’s lust.

And I’m jealous.

We have to wait for a Dungeon Master to come to us, so while we’re alone, he leans in to whisper to me. “Are you comfortable being in your bra and panties or naked? Or would you rather stay in your clothes until we get in a room?”

“I’m fine with any of those. The clothes are getting more attention than I think either of us wants, so it might be best if I just wear my bra and panties.”

He sweeps his gaze around the room, lingering on someone, but I don’t know who before he looks back at me. It surprises me when he shifts his hand to my waist. From behind, it’ll look like his arm is around me.

“We agreed no one is joining us. Stay close to me because I won’t be as patient as I was earlier if a guy approaches you. No one is going to think you’re available. My former sub is here, and there’s a good chance she’ll try to embarrass both of us or try to join us. I’m not interested in seeing or speaking to her. Things didn’t end well when I broke it off. If I’d known she’d be here, I would have suggested somewhere else.”

“Somewhere else? How many clubs do you belong to?” I didn’t mean to blurt that.

“One other, but I know enough people to have unlimited guest passes just about anywhere.”

I hurry to fill out the forms the DM gives me, then I slip into the restroom to change, putting my clothes in a locker. I step through the door as a woman who looks like a fuckingSports Illustratedswimsuit model sidles up to Cormac. She reaches for him, but he shifts away. He crosses his arms, and she tries again. He unfolds them and turns toward me. I don’t know how he knew I was here, but he did. The woman’s speaking as he walks away. I never imagined he’d be so rude.

“That’s Deirdre, and I’m not interested in anything she says. There’s a room for us upstairs.”

We head toward the stairs, but Deirdre beats us there.

“You won’t answer my calls, Cor. I’m pregnant.”

Chapter Ten

Cormac

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