Page 23 of Wear Me Out
“What if I wanted you to getdaddytattooed across your entire chest?” I teased, knowing it would make him panic.
This time, he shifted on the bed, clearly uneasy about the idea of a larger design. “If that’s what you think is best.”
I rubbed my hands together. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”
He took my chin between his fingers and held my face tightly. “Whatever design you end up choosing, I want yours to match. That’s the only stipulation.”
“Agreed. I love you,” I mumbled in his grip.
“I love you, too.”
epilogue
Lilah
I sighedas I plopped down in one of the cushy loveseats in the back dressing room after helping Braden close up the bar. “I am completely and utterly spent.”
“You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” Charlie said, a knowing smile on her lips.
She was sitting at her dedicated vanity applying her face cream. Tonight, she performed an extra-long set in the voyeur room. With the crowd Bridgette drew with her workshop, the owners wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to see their bestsex artist—as Charlie liked to refer to herself.
I stuck out my tongue when our gazesconnected in her mirror and laughed. “I could say the same for you. Good crowd?”
She nodded profusely. “Great crowd. I didn’t see you in the viewing area. Though I did see Brad. That was a whole thing.”
My spine straightened. “What the hell?”
She put her hand out to slow my roll. “Rider sorted it out. Don’t worry. We can debrief tomorrow. Tell me more about your night,” she prodded, adding more lotion to her hands and spreading it across the length of her arms.
I narrowed my eyes. If she didn’t want to talk about it tonight, I wouldn’t force her. “If you say so… Adam kept me plenty busy. I can’t remember the last time he shared me around that much,” I hummed. “Not only did I earn the right to call himdaddy, but he kind of proposed to me, too.”
Charlie gasped and clapped her hands lightly, careful not to splatter lotion everywhere. “Holy shit! That’s amazing! But I thought you hated marriage and tradition and all that jazz?”
I kicked my feet and wiggled my eyebrows at her. “It’s a bit of a story. I’ll explain whenthe sun comes up, but just know I’m fucking ecstatic about it.”
A knock sounded from the dressing room door, followed by Olivia’s voice saying, “Can I come in?”
I shook my head. “She’s never going to just barge in here, is she?”
Charlie giggled while applying her face cream. “Nope. Not her style.”
“Get in here!” I yelled.
A second later, the door cracked open and Olivia rushed into the room, quickly closing the door behind her.
I patted the open spot next to me. “Oh my goodness, Liv. You’re not going to get in trouble for being back here with us. We’re both staff.”
“Yeah, but I’m not! I’m breaking the rules,” she whispered as she crossed the room to take a seat beside me.
I put my hand on her shoulder. “We literally have this conversation every time you come in here.”
“I just don’t want to get kicked out or lose my membership. Especially after tonight.” A wicked grin appeared on her normally bashful face.
“Spill!” Charlie yelled a bit too loudly, spinning around on her poofy vanity seat to face us both. “We need all the details. Every single one.”
Olivia flopped her head back onto the armrest, letting her limbs sprawl out every which way. “It wasso good. I need to install an anchor point in my bedroom.”
Charlie squealed and reached between her legs, dragging her stool across the floor to close the gap between us. “He suspended you?”
