temporarily.”
“A motel?” There was a definite story here and he aimed to uncover it.
“Yes. And it’s a small room with just one bed.” His cock went stone hard. Just one bed, you say? Nothing wrong with this scenario. Nothing. At. All.
“Okay.” He was in.
“No. Not okay. I just told you I’m not spending the night with a stranger.” Her defiance demanded punishment. And Jesus , how he wanted to punish her.
“Well, that’s not exactly what you said, kitten. You said you wouldn’t go home with me. Not that you wouldn’t spend the night with me.” He inwardly grinned, fearing repercussions if he let it show. That was exactly what she’d said.
“Well, then let me make this perfectly clear, Damian . I will not spend the night with you here, there or anywhere. I will not sleep in the same bed or the same room with you. Is that clear enough?” Indignation and Dr. Seuss references? Damn that made him hot. His mate was a spitfire. And it was beginning to grow on him quite quickly. Nothing turned him on more than a good verbal sparring.
A light bulb went off. Yes…it could work. She would be safe and protected, yet still under his roof.
“Okay. Fair enough. I have a neutral place that I think will suit us both. You can get a good night’s rest— in private —and I will still be able to look in on you to make sure you’re okay. It’s a win-win, kitten.”
If her sigh was any louder, she might blow a lung. “I have asked you repeatedly to stop calling me kitten. I hate it.” She soooo didn’t. His kitten wasn’t a very good liar.
“Can’t make any promises.” He could, he would just break them and he didn’t want to break a promise to his mate. Ever. “I’m sure you must be exhausted and still sporting a headache.” He stood, reaching his hand out to her.
She looked back and forth between his hand and face, indecision written all over her.
“You don’t have a choice, ki—Analise. I will not let you spend the evening alone with a concussion. You can trust me.”
“I don’t trust anyone.”
He smiled softly at her, holding her gaze so she would see his truth. “Well, I’ll just have to remedy that now, won’t I?” He heard her breath catch. His poor kitten was buttoned up tighter than Fort Knox. She was broken and he would fix her. No matter what, or how long it took.
After several more moments, she tentatively put her hand in his. It was a start.
Watching her fine rounded ass, he ushered her up the back staircase leading outside. A hand to the small of her back, they re-entered from the main entrance. For at least the time being, he wanted to avoid the questions seeing the underground portion of Dragonfly would provoke, so he took the long way around.
“I didn’t realize there was a basement to this club.” Ohhhh, kitten . Liars didn’t go unpunished and he was quite looking forward to doling it out. If she knew of Dev, she absolutely knew the secrets of Dragonfly.
“It’s private. Members only. But I’d be happy to show you another time if you’re interested.”
He was curious how she’d react to the goings on of club activities. He would love to grind against her sexy body on the dance floor, her pussy getting wet and ready for him as they danced erotically.
She grabbed her purse from the employee lounge, and stood looking at him. “I need some clothes. I didn’t bring a change with me.”
“Don’t worry, kitten. I’m sure we can find something suitable for you to wear.” Her birthday suit would do, but if she insisted on clothing, he was sure he could rustle up something from the shelter or from Kate’s closet if necessary. Although that was a life-endangering proposition, entering the closet of Dev’s mate without permission.
Fury lit up her face.
“Listen, asshole. I’m not going back to your fuck pad and wearing leftovers from the whores who have come before me. I want my clothes.”
He tried to hold it in. He really did, but he couldn’t
“A motel?” There was a definite story here and he aimed to uncover it.
“Yes. And it’s a small room with just one bed.” His cock went stone hard. Just one bed, you say? Nothing wrong with this scenario. Nothing. At. All.
“Okay.” He was in.
“No. Not okay. I just told you I’m not spending the night with a stranger.” Her defiance demanded punishment. And Jesus , how he wanted to punish her.
“Well, that’s not exactly what you said, kitten. You said you wouldn’t go home with me. Not that you wouldn’t spend the night with me.” He inwardly grinned, fearing repercussions if he let it show. That was exactly what she’d said.
“Well, then let me make this perfectly clear, Damian . I will not spend the night with you here, there or anywhere. I will not sleep in the same bed or the same room with you. Is that clear enough?” Indignation and Dr. Seuss references? Damn that made him hot. His mate was a spitfire. And it was beginning to grow on him quite quickly. Nothing turned him on more than a good verbal sparring.
A light bulb went off. Yes…it could work. She would be safe and protected, yet still under his roof.
“Okay. Fair enough. I have a neutral place that I think will suit us both. You can get a good night’s rest— in private —and I will still be able to look in on you to make sure you’re okay. It’s a win-win, kitten.”
If her sigh was any louder, she might blow a lung. “I have asked you repeatedly to stop calling me kitten. I hate it.” She soooo didn’t. His kitten wasn’t a very good liar.
“Can’t make any promises.” He could, he would just break them and he didn’t want to break a promise to his mate. Ever. “I’m sure you must be exhausted and still sporting a headache.” He stood, reaching his hand out to her.
She looked back and forth between his hand and face, indecision written all over her.
“You don’t have a choice, ki—Analise. I will not let you spend the evening alone with a concussion. You can trust me.”
“I don’t trust anyone.”
He smiled softly at her, holding her gaze so she would see his truth. “Well, I’ll just have to remedy that now, won’t I?” He heard her breath catch. His poor kitten was buttoned up tighter than Fort Knox. She was broken and he would fix her. No matter what, or how long it took.
After several more moments, she tentatively put her hand in his. It was a start.
Watching her fine rounded ass, he ushered her up the back staircase leading outside. A hand to the small of her back, they re-entered from the main entrance. For at least the time being, he wanted to avoid the questions seeing the underground portion of Dragonfly would provoke, so he took the long way around.
“I didn’t realize there was a basement to this club.” Ohhhh, kitten . Liars didn’t go unpunished and he was quite looking forward to doling it out. If she knew of Dev, she absolutely knew the secrets of Dragonfly.
“It’s private. Members only. But I’d be happy to show you another time if you’re interested.”
He was curious how she’d react to the goings on of club activities. He would love to grind against her sexy body on the dance floor, her pussy getting wet and ready for him as they danced erotically.
She grabbed her purse from the employee lounge, and stood looking at him. “I need some clothes. I didn’t bring a change with me.”
“Don’t worry, kitten. I’m sure we can find something suitable for you to wear.” Her birthday suit would do, but if she insisted on clothing, he was sure he could rustle up something from the shelter or from Kate’s closet if necessary. Although that was a life-endangering proposition, entering the closet of Dev’s mate without permission.
Fury lit up her face.
“Listen, asshole. I’m not going back to your fuck pad and wearing leftovers from the whores who have come before me. I want my clothes.”
He tried to hold it in. He really did, but he couldn’t
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