Page 64 of Rebellion

Let it Go, Let it Go

I gave Gray all ofmyself in that bed. He took it, over and over. Neither of us dominated. Where I’d expected hard, rough fucking, I got passionate love making. More than anything, that calmed the tempest roaring behind his eyes a little more, until finally he lay in my arms, resting and replete.

I had one of the kitchen staff bring up some much needed sustenance of fruit, cheese, nuts, and chunks of rotisserie chicken and we munched on it.

Now that we had satisfied more than one appetite, not that my hunger for Gray would ever be sated, he sprang something on me I fully hadn’t expected.

“Angel, you were made for this lifestyle.”

“I like where you’re going with this. But where are you going with this?”

He was being very serious and thoughtful. “Hear me out.”

Please let him say we should run away together and live happily ever after. “I’m listening.”

“I think you should buy Tate out of his club. You run it. Make it yours. Make it great.”

I picked up a grape and threw it at his head.

That was the only thing I could think to do. I mean, what, was the guy psychic or something? I hadn’t mentioned anything about being interested in this business. He wanted me to run or own a club? “I, I, I do not want to buy out Tate. This is his club, not mine.”

Gray snagged the grape right out of the air and bit it in half. “He’s in over his head here. He had to ask Bennett for money for God’s sake. You’d be doing him a favor. Besides, love, you’re good at this. Look what you did for that young lady tonight.”

Gray took that half of grape and slid the juicy side over my bare nipple. That wasn’t fighting fair at all.

“That doesn’t mean he’d want to sell it to me.” I had considered talking to Tate about either giving him money or becoming a partner in the Red Ranch.

That felt like a betrayal of fulfilling my own dreams. I liked the Ranch and had learned a lot, both about what I wanted for my own club, and what I didn’t.

Now, I planned only to stay long enough to do some more training, get some experience under my Dominatrix belt, and move on. I opened my mouth to say exactly that, but Gray followed his trail of grape juice and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

Definitely not fighting fair. I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him tight. He lashed his tongue back and forth, then tugged on my flesh with his teeth. “Ooh. Do that again.”

Instead he moved to the other breast and tortured me there. When my brain was mush, he sat up, grabbed a handful of nuts as if nothing had happened and said, “Tate would do anything for your kind of money. Hell, maybe I should offer to buy him out. Would that make you happy?”

Did Gray have that kind of money? I honestly didn’t know. When he’d been my bodyguard I’m sure my father had paid him well and he did have a loft in Cruz Towers, which was primo real estate.

I’d always had money. Too much for anyone’s good. The wealthy spent a lot of time talking about money, but never talking money. One didn’t simply ask someone if they had enough money to buy a BDSM club.

I shook my head. “No. It wouldn’t.”

Gray got out of bed and walked to the other side of the room. Jesus, I loved his naked body. Just look at that ass.

“Angelina, I asked you a question.”

I dragged my eyes up his body, lingering all the way. “Huh?”

He stood there, arms folded, scowl on his face. “I’m going to spank those pretty plump thighs if you don’t pay attention.”

I was paying attention. To his butt. “What?”

“Do you want to do this?”

Wait. I detected a bit of vulnerability in his voice.

I dragged my eyes up from that scrumptious bum to his face, zeroing in on his eyes. I wanted him to know I was paying attention. “Run a club?”

“Are you ready to do,” he motioned between the two of us, “this.”

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