“There better be a goddamned boy there with you right now who’s earned a fucking spanking for not only sneaking out but leaving his phones behind.”
Jordan giggles. “Oops.”
“You snuck outandleft your phones there?” I suck my teeth. “You love living dangerously.”
“I couldn’t find them in the dark. That’s why I’m in his shirt. It’s the first one I laid my hands on.”
“That better be him,” Leo growls.
Jordan finally smiles, and mouths,“I’m not here.”
I drop him a wink. “Want me to spank him for you, Leo?” I tease.
“No, I want the pleasure of that all to myself.” But at least he sounds relieved.
I hand the phone to Jordan and watch his face, the way his tension eases and how he drops totally into boy mode as his Daddy lovingly chews him a new asshole for leaving in the middle of the night.
Leo is a very protective Owner and we love him for it.
I can hear most of Leo’s side of the conversation. Jordan snuggles into my arms as Leo lambastes him. “And you goddamned better not tell me you fucking walked!” Leo finally takes a breath and I speak up to buy Jordan a moment.
“Howdidyou get back?” I ask, hoping like hell he didn’t walk.
Because if he did, I will be spanking him for that.
“Stop panicking, both of you.” Now Jordan holds the receiver so both of us can easily hear Leo. “I used your landline to call the detail. They sent a car.”
I’m certain Leo’s relief is nearly as strong as mine. “Lucky you did,” Leo says. “Or you wouldn’t be sitting for a week after I got done spanking you.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Daddy.”
I can’t help it—I bust out laughing and take the receiver from Jordan to realize Leo’s also chuckling. “How about I spank him in the morning?” I ask.
Leo grumbles. “You’d better order your detail not to let him sneak out.”
Jordan drapes a leg over me, practically wearing me like a onesie now. “I think there’s zero chance of him sneaking out,” I tell Leo.
“Good. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Leo.”
“Love you, Daddy,” Jordan calls out.
But I’m looking him in the eyes as he says it. There might be a little forced sass in his tone but there’s zero twinkle in his eyes now and he looks close to tears again.
“Love you both,” Leo says.
“Why didn’t you call my cell?” I ask him.
“Because I knew you’d hear and answer the landline. Go back to sleep. See you later.” And the connection ends, the dial tone humming in our ears.
I reach back and fumble around until I get the receiver replaced on the cradle. Then I wrap Jordan in my arms again, slowly rocking him as he starts sniffling.
“Shh, we’re all okay,” I whisper. “Sir Stalksalot has total confidence in my team. You know that.”
He nods. “I thought I was past all this. Today brought back the night at the club…and that day down in the SitRoom.”
He doesn’t need to clarify what he means—I know.
