“What selfish reasons?”
“Sometimes. . .I’ll want to take a break from my men, come into your office, sit in a chair, and watch you write.”
Her smile widened.
I resumed my actions, my fingers tracing the damp fabric over her thigh, and her body jerked in response. “Did you see your old recorder on the desk, next to the new one?”
She blinked. “I didn’t. I haven’t gotten a chance to go in there and look around.”
“It’s there, waiting for you.” I continued my careful descent, wiping more of her pussy and thighs, cleaning the mess off her skin.
“Hiroko wants me to write her life story.”
“Does that excite you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you done with wanting to write about Japan’s underground sex industry?”
“No.”
I frowned. “Tora. . .”
“I will still write that book. You will just be with me the whole time I’m gathering my research. After this war, you’re going to be my personal tour guide.”
Deepening my frown, I dipped the cloth back in the bowl to clean it. “You said that like it was an order.”
“Because it was.”
“The Tiger orders the Dragon?”
“Yes. At times she does.”
I wrung out the cloth and brought it back to her body, taking extra time around her breasts. I surely wasn’t going to argue with her about that damn book on the sex industry.
She was too powerful over me now and too fucking important.
If she wanted to walk into every damn soapland I owned and interview every damn person from clients to staff. . .I would make that happen just to make her smile.
She yawned again, exhaustion was clearly seeping into her bones too. “I think catching the spy will be dangerous, but I also know you will keep men that you trust around to protect me.”
I gritted my teeth.
“But we have to make sure we can trust those men to protect me.”
I sneered. “We are not talking about this right now.”
“I think you should either give me your Claws or your Fangs to help me.”
“Reo and I already figured it will be my Claws.”
“Oh.” She widened her eyes. “Why?”
“I trust Hiro and my men with you. None of them would ever secretly work with my father.” Satisfied that the job was done, I put the cloth in the bowl, went to turn off the bedroom lights, and then returned to bed.
“Wait. Now I’m supposed to clean you.” She began to rise.
I brought her back down. “No. I want your scent all over my cock while I sleep.”
