Page 62 of Mob Knight

“I think so.”

I ease my fingers out of her, and she watches me lick them. “Mmm.”

I waggle my eyebrows at her as I clean my fingers. She laughs and shakes her head.

“If you say so.”

I slide her bra back into place and gaze down at her.

“Cailín, do you want to go back to a private room, or is there somewhere out here you’d like to fuck me?”

“Whatever you want, sir. I’m happy to go along with that.”

“Well, I’d like to strip you bare and have my way with you.”

“Okay.”

“And I want to feel your naked skin against mine, so that means going to a private room.”

“That’s fine with me, sir.”

I guide her to the stairs, and we make our way to the second floor. There are several rooms open this evening, so I let her peek into each as we pass them.

“Which one appeals to you?”

“Mmm. I’m not really down for the nursery, but the classroom or the extreme room work for me, since we already used the doctor’s office.”

“All right. If we go to the one with all the equipment, is there anything in particular you do or don’t want to use?”

“Um, not that I can think of. To be honest, sir, I trust you with whatever you have in mind, so whatever you would like.”

Chapter Fifteen

Joey

As I tell Cormac I trust him, I realize I do. I should have understood his spike of jealousy last night because I felt it too when we encountered Deirdre. We don’t know enough about each other’s pasts to be completely comfortable yet. I could have lost my shit when another woman came up to my new Dom and announced she was pregnant, or at the very least, wanted to trap the guy into believing he fathered her child.

I worried I’d stepped too far over the line when I spoke up, but it didn’t faze Cormac. I said it out of jealousy, and I think he understood. I think his fuck-up was greater than mine, but I could have been more forgiving. I am tonight.

If I’m honest with myself, I’ve trusted him since the moment he tried to shield me when we fell down the steps. I may have protected him first, but he’s tried to keep protecting me ever since. Some of his jealousy comes from fear for my safety, and I get that. He’s not the first man in my life to act that way, even if the same thing didn’t motivate their jealousy. My brother’s been a royal pain in the ass because of it.

“Can we use the tantra chair, please?”

“If that’s what you’d like, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Thank you, sir. May I undress you?”

“Yes.”

It’s better than unwrapping Christmas and birthday gifts combined. Peeling off each layer of clothes, exposing more of his impressive body, makes my pussy throb. The emptiness aches to the point of a burn. But I refuse to hurry. I relish each moment as I pull his shirt along his arms. The massive shamrock with the O in the center moves every time his pec flexes. The tats across the back of his shoulders—ones I’m certain hold significance—ripple with each movement. He’s a masterpiece chiseled from granite.

We remove our masks now that no one else can see us. He removes my lingerie once I’ve stripped him and slid a condom on. We move to the tantra chair, and I wait for instructions. I wonder what he has in mind, and Deirdre’s face flashes before my eyes as I look at the curved piece of furniture. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my shoulder. I sink back into his embrace.

“Don’t think about her, and I won’t think about your past. We’re here together now, and we have time to make fresh memories.”

I nod and swallow. I don’t like this wave of emotion crushing me. Memories as only his sub and nothing more. That’s all he’s offered, so that’s all I can take. It’s a sad refrain that plays through my mind. But I refuse to let it ruin tonight. I want this more than I want to think about what might have been.

He steps around me and reclines on the chair, holding his arms open.

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