Page 89 of The Forbidden Trio

“How are you doing?” he asked as he pulled onto the road.

“I’m good. Really good. Happy to see you.”

He turned to send her a smile. “I’m damn happy to see you. Any new thoughts about this?”

“This?”

“Kink. Us.”

“Only what we talked about on the phone. That I trust you probably more than I could ever trust anyone else. That the rest of it—us, being who we are to each other—is secondary. This feels right. And it’s not as if we were born to the same parents.”

“No, but society likes to dictate a lot of rules to people in our situation.”

“Society, particularly Greenwich society, likes to dictate every move people make. And neither of us has fallen into that trap. I’m trying not to worry about it right now.”

“That’s my thought exactly,” he said. “I just wanted to check in again to make sure we’re still on the same page before anything happens tonight.”

“And what exactly will happen tonight?”

He reached for her hand, pulled it to his lips, and brushed a kiss across her knuckles before biting into her skin, making her shiver.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased.

“Mm… I would and I wouldn’t.”

“That’s exactly where I want you, baby. Meanwhile, hand me your panties.”

“I… what?”

“You heard me.”

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. She wriggled out of her black satin thong, and he put his hand out to receive the scrap of silky fabric.

“We’re going to have to teach you to respond to orders without question, baby girl,” he said, dropping the thong in his lap.

“I… Yes, Sir.”

The drive seemed to take forever. She was so eager to be naked and under his hands, and she was all too aware of how naked she was beneath her dress. Her imagination was running wild with scenarios that had her blood coursing through her system like melted butter: silky and hot and sensual.

By the time he pulled up in front of his building her panties would have been soaked through, if she’d still been wearing them. He flipped on the blinkers and came to let her out of the car. Then he walked her to the door of the restaurant, unlocked it, and switched on some lights.

“Wait upstairs for me while I go park. I’ll bring your bag.”

“Is there anything I should do while I’m waiting?”

“Just make yourself comfortable. There’s some bottled water and juice in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

He kissed her cheek, then turned to close and lock the front door behind him.

She made her way to the elevator, remembering what had happened the first time she’d been there, making her smile.

When she got upstairs, she opened the gate on the lift, stepped out—and stopped.

The flat was lit with a few dim, amber lamps, and there was a path of roses—long-stemmed and full of thorns—laid across the wood floor. Her stomach fluttered as she followed the path to the opposite end of the loft, where his big bed was framed by four shining chains that hung from the ceiling at each corner. A pair of leather cuffs dangled at the end of each chain.

“Oh my.”

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