Page 71 of Whiskey's Redemption

“Would it gain me any points if I lied? And by the way, I got off as you sat across from me at the table. I’m getting better at hiding my release in public.”

“I’ll have to try that out later. But,” he presses the button to increase the vibration, “if you don’t scream, I wasn’t doing it right. And a fucking toy is no replacement for the real thing.”

“Damn straight, Mr. Crown.” I shudder at a particularly joyous contact moment. “I ah…I need you to show me your talents again. I seem to have forgotten how good you are.”

Dragging a finger past lil’ Whiskey causes deeper pressure within. “What about the baby?”

And that’s when shit shut down in the factory of love. Stepping back from Jamieson, I flick the button on my lil’ J to halt its procession before grabbing Jamieson’s discarded clothing.

“Carli?”

Tsking him with a waved finger, a talk to the hand move, and a tilted gaze, I am most definitely disappointed now. Traipsing to the patio door where it’s wide open, I smile evilly. “Happiness is about to be found in your hand again, Mr. Crown.” I toss his clothes into the breeze. “Fetch.”

“Carli. Why’d you—”

“Nope. Nope.No.”

“But what’d—”

“Nope. Not happening, Jamieson.”

Striding to the hallway door, holding it open and standing behind it, I wait for Jamieson to get the hint.

“You want me to leave here naked?”

“Yep.”

“You sure? Because you know my keycard went with my pants, so at some point, I have to ask staff to open my door for me as they check out my junk.”

“Yep. I’m good with that.”

Jamieson straightens his spine. With a wink, he walks right past me, proud and perfect. “I’ll see you in the morning, Katana. And we’ll have that talk.”

As I’m closing the door, I laugh at the circumstances. “Goodbye, Felicia.”

With a resounding click, and the echo of his feet walking slowly down the hall, the best part of tonight is the sound of a screaming maid.

My day is fulfilled. Chaos has done its job once more.

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