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“I’m only daddy to two people and that's it,” he said looking around the club. “Never thought I would see The Atelier’s well-known Madame and Dom, be tied down.”

“Oh hush,” I said.

“I know, who would have thought Luke and Charlotte, would?—”

“Wait, Charlotte?” I interrupted him. “Who is Charlotte?”

“Luke's wife,” he scowled at me.

I laughed. “Vincent, you are getting old, her name is Camila.”

His eyes widened. “Fuck, I thought her name was Charlotte.”

Hunter and I laughed while Vincent glared at us.

“Ah, poor daddy is getting too old to remember names now,” Hunter teased him.

“Don’t start with me, Hunter. I’ll smack that ass, while I leave you tied up all night,” Vincent clipped.

Hunter stopped laughing. “Yes, Daddy.”

Vincent rolled his eyes as I laughed. I spent the rest of the night with Hunter and Vincent watching a Shibari tutorial. Ididn’t realize I missed my friends so much and I was so glad we were together for one night.

23

Camila

The house was quiet as I entered with my work bag and a couple of fabric swatch books. My bride had loved her dress and I had been commissioned for another wedding dress for the ceremony and then for the reception from one of her friends, along with three bridesmaid dresses and possibly a custom tux. I had only ever done a few men’s items and they were really nice, but a tux was a whole different story, but I did love a challenge.

Hanging my bags on the hooks by the door, I made my way to our bedroom in search of Luke. He should be packing or hopefully done packing. The car to take him to the airport should be here in about fifteen minutes. I never liked when he had to leave me, but some endorsement deal for men's underwear wanted to do another photoshoot tomorrow morning and as much as I would love to fly with him, I had my bride and her mother coming in for measurements, picking out fabrics and reviewing their designs.

This was one of my biggest orders and I could not afford to mess this up, not when the mother of the bride used to be an actress and still occasionally did movies. If I impressed her, she might use me for something big, which could change everything.

A feminine laugh came down the hallway and I immediately rushed to our room. I hoped it was Genevieve and when I get to our room, I stood just outside of the door, so I could watch. She was on the bed folding some pants, talking about tied up Thursday at The Atelier. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a fluffy sweater, leggings and big fluffy socks.

Luke was looking at her with rapt attention as he was putting things into his suitcase. He laughed at something she said, but I was not paying attention to their conversation anymore. It was such a simple interaction but to me, it felt completely right. Genevieve looked good in our room, as she helped my husband and made him laugh.

The appropriate response would be jealousy but I liked her here. If I had my way she would be here every night, but what kind of wife did that make me? Guilt crept in, slowly, threatening to turn my mood sour. I knew my feelings for her had only grown and up until now, I knew what I was getting but what if… what if she was supposed to be here? What if she was always supposed to be ours?

Genevieve must have felt my gaze as she turned to me, giving me a big smile. All my worry immediately vanished and I felt peace taking over, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say a small part of me still felt guilty. My heart beat faster as I walked into the room.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to her and kissing her softly.

“Hi.” She grinned, kissing me one more time.

I looked back and raised my brow at my husband.

“I thought you could use some company,” he said with a shrug.

My abdomen flipped as excitement began taking root. Luke had always been such a good caretaker and I shouldn't have been surprised he had invited her over. He was always so thoughtful, and it made my guilt evaporate. I knew he had to be feeling thesame way because he wanted her here as much as I did, we had been talking about it.

“Thanks, Cariño,” I said, rounding the bed to give him a kiss. “You know me so well.”

“I have sushi being delivered from T-Sushi,” he said, kissing me again. “I also made muffins and cookies.”

God, I loved this man.

“You spoil us,” I said, bringing him in for a deeper kiss.

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