Page 93 of Tempt Her

But I’m glad I know about her sex shop dreams. It makes me certain she will love what just came in the mail from France. It took forever to get here.

“Is that it?” Mateo asks when I open my front door.

“Yeah.” I set the pile of mail and box down on the kitchen countertop.

“Lemme see.” Mateo gets up from the dining table, strolling over with a coffee mug.

Grabbing a knife from the block, he uses it to cut open the shipping box, pulling out three black boxes wrapped in gold ribbons inside. “Fancy.” He grins.

“Expensive as fuck,” I reply.

“It was your idea.”

“A damn good one because she’ll be wearing one tonight.”

I pull the ribbon and open the first box. Under the gold tissue paper is the one I ordered.

“Man,” Mateo practically moans, “that’s real leather.”

It is—soft straps of black leather frame a black see-through mesh bra, and a matching leather thong. Even the garter belt is leather with gold hardware. It’s the highest quality, soft like butter but strong enough so we can grab the straps and ride her all night.

Mateo picks up the D-Ring leather choker that came with the set. “She’s gonna wear this?”

“If she wants to. I got one for you and Luke, too. You got your suits from the tailor’s, right?”

“You’ve asked us three times.” He laughs. “Yes, dammit. We’re ready. We’vebeenfucking ready. You’re the one who’s been delaying it because you know what’ll happen.” Pouring another cup of coffee, he keeps taunting, “If she wants to wear a collar for you, fine. We will too. But you’re the one who’s gonna be so goddamn whipped for her after tonight.”

I could fight him. But I don’t.

He’s right.

Everything’s about to change.

A ping from my phone sounds, confirming it. I tap the screen, checking the security camera at the top of our driveway. “Luke!” I shout across my house. “Your mom’s early.”

She tells me to call her Laura, but I can’t. Luke’s mom will always be Colonel Branson to me, even though it’s been years since I left the Army.

She’s here, taking Luke to meet his sister for lunch, and he better not get caught in my fucking bedroom.

“Grunt!” I shout out for him again, and he strolls downstairs in fresh clothes but wet hair from the shower he just rushed.

“How are you gonna explainthatto her?”

He shrugs, not hiding his guilty grin. “Mine’s broken?”

More like the three of us had a helluva morning together, so we’d be able to last much longer for Stacey tonight.

“Look what we got.” Mateo shakes the lingerie box under Luke’s nose while I open the front door to his mom.

She always stops at my house first to say hello. It’s not unusual when she finds Luke here too. But it’ll be a shitstorm if she ever finds Luke in my bed.

“Morning, Colonel,” I call out as she hops out of her truck and marches my way. When she’s in her civvies, Luke’s mom is hot. But damn if she didn’t earn our respect in uniform.

“You all three in here?” Even her reach is hard, pulling me into a hug. “Smoking and joking as usual?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Morning, Mom.” Luke pulls her into an even bigger hug. It’s his mom who made him into a man. Not me.

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