Page 8 of Blackmail
A well-organized orgy isn’t what I want. Not really.
Another image of that same muscular blond with his mischievous smile enters my mind. Admittedly, I’ve thought of plenty of things I wouldn’t mind doing to him.
What if I’d shoved him harder against the wall that night? Made him get on his knees. Made him beg.
“You sure? You’ve got a look on your face.”
I school my features. “There’s no look.”
“What happened with Tony? He cheated on you?”
Down below, Cade’s husband switches from spanking to the flogger. I don’t own one, since Tony barely tolerated rougher play. I can’t deny it’s giving me ideas.
“He’d been bringing escorts into our home when I wasn’t there. Or at least one that I know of. Caught them in bed together.”
“Oh, shit.” Daniel’s laughing. “So what happened?”
“I’m glad you can laugh at my misfortune.”
“I’m laughing at Tony’s stupidity. Please. I have to know what happened.”
“Tony fell off the bed mid-orgasm. The escort stole money from Tony’s wallet, money I'd given him, and told me to get regular eye exams.”
I prefer whore.
Daniel grins. “Kinky.”
I roll my eyes and let my middle finger respond to that statement.
“Of everything I thought you might say, that wasn’t it. Oh, hell. That’s what the look is about. You want to fuck him, don’t you?”
I glance down again at the scene below. Cade’s husband has opened his pants and is mounting him from behind. There’s a line forming behind him now too.
“Who, Cade? I already told you I’m not interested.”
“No. The escort. When you talked about him, your eyes glazed over. What’s his name?”
“No idea. I tried to get him to stop and talk to me, but he left before I could find out anything. Tony was too busy explaining to me how it’s not cheating if you pay for it to be helpful.”
“Fuck Tony. Was he hot?”
“Tony? No, he looked ridiculous trying to explain away the naked man in our bed with his cock flopping around.”
“The other guy, you dick. Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about. You keep getting this little smile, and I’m pretty sure you’re not smiling about the idiot who cheated on you.”
For a moment, I close my eyes and let myself picture him. The escort. Golden skin, cheekbones that could slice me to ribbons. Those damn lips. Dark amber eyes full of promise. And I'm certain the same sexy brain that so easily coughed up facts about gray eyes also knows some things about my soon-to-be ex.
“I’d like to have a conversation with him.”
“If that’s what you want to call it. You could ask Tony. He obviously knows how to reach the escort.”
“I’d rather not.” Tony’s attempts at communication have been an annoying mix of pleading and attempting to pass the blame. The less I speak with him, the less likely I am to kill him.
“Right. Well, I believe there are a couple of shops in town, if you take my meaning. One of our members is in the business. If you give me a description, I might be able to find out who he is. It’s better if you can get me a name.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I tell him.
“I bet you will.” Daniel wiggles his eyebrows.
