Page 87 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

His annoyed expression softens. “Worried. Not jealous.”

“Worried about what?” I can’t even fathom.

“You leaving.”

“Me leaving you for Marcus?” The astonishment in my reply is evident.

“It’s not unheard of for one of my girls to run off with a client. There have been more love connections under this roof than I can count.”

The emptiness that’s plaguing me completely dissipates and in its place a warm, wanted feeling of delight fills me up.

I smile brightly. Maybe the brightest of my life and slip my arms around Jett’s neck.

“Let’s get one thing straight. There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else.” I nip at his neck. “And the only love connection I’m interested in making is with a tall, blond, pierced, tattooed, mystery man, who fucks like a porn star.”

All the tension in Jett’s body evaporates as he locks me in his arms. I continue my trail up his neck, kissing, licking, and sucking until I reach his mouth. Once our lips connect in a fierce embrace, Jett’s hold becomes constrictive as he lifts me right off the ground.

He kisses me like he owns me. Like he claimed me and presides over me. Because he does. Marcus can have my body; everything else belongs solely to Jett.

Jett sets me back on my feet and rests his forehead against mine. “Does he really have a little dick?”

I can’t help but laugh. “A pencil eraser is bigger.” I continue to kiss him, guiding his hands down to my ass. If he wants to know just how serious I am, I’ll show him. “Interested in making a love connection right now?”

“Yes.” He squeezes my mesh-covered butt cheeks. “Always with you.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” I try to drag him into the shower, but he stops me.

“Tonight,” he promises darkly. “We will connect sixteen different ways from Sunday. But right now you need to wash off. Ellie and Kayne are waiting.”

“Ellie and Kayne?”

“Yes.” Jett turns on the shower. “Apparently you made an impression.”

I blink blankly. “I get to officially meet her?”

“I think you two are going to do more than officially meet.” He peels off my lace lingerie. “Wash everything. I’ll be right back.”

I step into the warm shower. “Where are you going?”

“To grab your clothes.”

By the time I’m done scrubbing, Jett has returned with my “clothes.”

“A pair of underwear and a collar?” I question as he wraps me in a towel. “I think you used the term ‘clothes’ too lightly.”

“It’s all Ellie usually wears. I thought I would even out the playing field.”

“Yes, Jett,” I reply submissively, knowing how much Kayne likes his women obedient.

“That’s my girl.” He stretches out the scrap of material so I can step into it. “Go sit so I can pretty you up.”

At the French-style vanity in my room, Jett blow dries my hair. I love it when he does this. It’s utterly relaxing. Once it’s dry and bouncing with volume, he moves on to my makeup, keeping it light. Some shimmer on my eyes, a few coats of thick mascara and some sheer pink gloss.

“Order up. One gorgeous redhead.” He leans against the curvy edge of the vanity as I inspect his handiwork. The man does know what he’s doing with a round brush and color pallet.

I look up at Jett nervously. “Do you think she’ll like me?”

He smirks. “I think she already likes you.” He picks up the black collar sitting in front of me. “She asked for you specifically.”

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