Page 143 of Sire
Our secret room, with its black door and ornate gold hardware, remains locked except to us. It hides the row of black leather kings’ thrones, opposite our white leather queens’ thrones, with a large, low, tufted leather platform in between.
Vale was the first queen to be initiated in our new throne room. I have a feeling Axel’s mystery woman will be next.
And after that?
Well…
On the second floor, guests enjoy the lavish showroom with high-end sex toys and luxurious lingerie. Two former bedrooms on the same level are now a changing room and a boudoir photography suite.
That’s where I find Jace.
Stumbling into a skittering halt at his feet, I drop my basket of sex toys.
Picking up the box with my new nine-inch, Suga Daddy dildo, Jace chuckles, “I’m surprised my big brother lets you use this, and nothisdick.”
I smirk. “I’m surprised you assume thatIuse the dildo, and not your brother.”
Did he just blush?
I twirl, tilting my head. “Whatchadoin’?”
He slices me a guarded look. “Working.”
“Withwho?”
“Every horny person in this shop.”
I point toward the closed door. “Is there one in particular you wait… I mean…workfor?”
Fighting a smile, Jace snarls, “Vaallee?”
“What?” She stands behind me on the stairs. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Uh-huh.” He leans against the white plaster wall. “Then why do you two smell like a cunty coup?”
I chuckle. “As long as you’re nose deep inanycunt, we’re happy. Speaking of…” I point toward the door again. “What’s her name?”
His sexy blue eyes narrow. “Missus None-ya Fuckin’ Business.”
I nudge his elbow, winking. “You sure are cute when you’re catchin’ feels.”
“Wrreenn,” he tries to fume, but loves me too much. “I swear I’ll take you to Dollywood if you walk away.Now.”
“Will we ride the Tennessee Tornado?”
“I hate roller coasters.”
“But Ilovelove. Deal or no deal, or I’ll stand here until I meet your?—”
“Jace?” The white wooden door swings open. A stunning brunette with a Nikon camera swinging from her neck asks, “Is everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Sorry, Viv.” Jace shuffles, clearing his throat with his white-knuckled grasp clenching a giant Suga Daddy dildo. “This is… Uh. She’s a… Uh. Umm.”
This is painful.
I stick out my hand. “Hi, I’m Wren. A friend of Jace’s.” I beam, because …she’s beautifulandJace is screwed. “Actually, I’m the wife of Jace’s pastor.” I snatch the dildo from his hand. “Jace’sprogressivepastor, and these aremysex toys, and he was just about to walk me to my husband’s church. You see, I’m new in town and get lost.”
No, I get knee-deep in bullshit lies and hope she’s wearing boots.
