Slowly—teasingly slow—she pulls away, dragging my bottom lip out with her thumb, then presses it back against my mouth. She pauses, studying me, then pats my cheek with the rest of her fingers.
Once. Twice. Like I’m her pet.
And I can be.
I’ll be her dog, her pet, her fucking plaything—anything, if it means she keeps her hands on me.
She cocks her head at the tray of coffees. “Be a good boy and bring those.”
Then she hops off the stool and steps away, and I’m too stunned to hold onto her.
Oh, I’ll be a good boy. Fuck, I’ll be the best boy she’s ever had.
I’ll show herexactlyhow good when she’s writhing beneath me, begging to come, Julien holding her trembling legs wide open as I lower my mouth—
“Sai?”
I scrunch my eyes shut, take a deep breath, then snatch the tray off the side and turn. She’s waiting, hand out, that burning glimmer in her eyes telling me she sees right through me, into my head.
Fuck, I wish she could see exactly what I was imagining. Just to see her reaction.
Then she wiggles her fingers, and I can’t close the distance quick enough.
***
I thread my fingers through hers, and in the next breath we’re flitting into Zeek’s office. And there’s Kane, sat waiting like a storm cloud in a chair.
Daddy Darkness is fuming. Doesn’t look much different from his usual face, except his eyes are narrowed a little more, and it’s all aimed at me.
I guess our coffee date overran. But her fingers stay threaded in mine, and Kane sees. I grin, wide and shameless.
Then he looks at her face, and everything in him shifts.
His dark eyes actually soften. Huh. Didn’t even know they could do that.
She’s pulling me with her, and Kane stands, closing the small distance. When her fingers slip from mine, they hover over the coffees in the tray I’m still diligently holding.
When she picks one, she holds it out to Kane, her full smile on display. “For you.”
Kane shuts down. He cannot compute. Can’t really blame him.
If she hit me with that smile, after a lifetime of being a moody, miserable fuck, I’d probably malfunction too.
“Take. The. Coffee.”His eyes don’t even flicker to me.
He takes it, eyes dancing between the travel cup and her. “Thank you.”
“That’s a caramel cappuccino,” she explains, sipping her own before adding, “If you don’t like it, it’s fine, I can always—”
“I like it.”
I scrub a hand over my face.“You’re meant to say that after you’ve tasted it, mate.”
But she laughs. I got her to smile, but Kane got her to laugh.
The bastard.
But I decide it’s one of her top five sounds. Maybe top three, but I’ve gotta leave room for the whimpers and moans and—
