“Is that so?” He shakes his head, answering his own question. He drags his thumb over his stubble thoughtfully.
“I’m losing patience, C. Your business is your business, but my life ismybusiness! If you’re not going to talk to me, I might as well leave now.”
“Come over here.” He sets his phone on the table next to him and starts a playlist, turning up the volume.
I walk over, and he pulls me against him, whispering low in my ear. “Are you sure you want to know more than you do? Do you want to hear that your redheaded boyfriend with his man-bun was at the theater with Frank and one of his captains? Do you want to hear that Sanders has been spending money he didn’t have last month? Or how about the fact that he’s lying low, not staying in his apartment, not going to the places he normally hangs out?”
My eyes widen. “He’s not staying at his place?”
“Hasn’t been there in days. So yeah, he’s suspect, and we’re looking for him. And until I get to the truth, I don’t want you meeting him or anywhere near him.”
“But he’s been to my place.”
“I know. He wants to get to you or the money he stashed or both. Now, are we done talking about this?”
After a beat, I nod.
“Good. Then go bend over that couch and raise your dress.”
“What?” I ask, my gaze darting around the room. We’re alone, but anyone could walk upstairs.
The corners of his mouth curve up. “Make me wait, and it’ll be my belt across that juicy ass of yours.”
“C, anyone could come up.”
“Then you’d better hurry before someone does.”
I stare at him, frozen for several moments. He points at the couch.
I shake my head.
“No one will come up. And if someone did, they’d never talk about what they saw. Trick owns this bar. People know me here.”
In other words, they’d know better than to gossip about the kingpin.
“I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I know you’re trying to resolve this.”
“Over the couch.”
“Can’t this wait until later when it could lead to other things? Wouldn’t that be more satisfying?”
He unbuckles his belt.
My heart races. I lick my lips as the belt slides free.
“The longer you wait, the harder the punishment.”
Reluctantly, I move to the couch, my heart already racing excitedly. Bending over it and presenting my ass immediately starts a hum in my body, my pussy tingling.
“Lift your dress out of the way.”
Very slowly, very hesitantly, I slide the silky fabric up to my waist. Now there’s only a thong.
Connor joins me, fondling the curvy globes. “I love your firm, round ass.”
My heart continues to thud so loudly it echoes in my ears.
“Some night, I may spank it for show,” he says, squeezing me slowly.
