“It sounds like that’s the only way I’m going to be able to see you on your birthday.”
“But…what about Edmund?”
“I was thinking I should have a conversation with him soon, anyway. He walked into my office and almost caught me watching the security feed this week, and I’d rather him not find out about us any other way than me telling him.”
“Really? You want to tell him about us?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Not at all.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Then it’s settled. I’ll speak to Edmund in private before dinner tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 31
Sutton
Miles had showed up at ten o’clock last night wearing sparkly gold glasses with a bottle of XO Patrón in one hand and two shot glasses in the other that readSwallow It All Like a Lady.Needless to say, Sunday morning I woke up with a bit of a hangover. I stayed in bed for an hour, scrolling on my phone until the smell of coffee wafting through the air coaxed me to my feet. I found Miles in the kitchen, standing under aHappy Birthday, Bitchsign that he must’ve brought with him.
“Happy birthday, cookie. May your day be gayer than the roller-skating party I went to during Pride in San Francisco.”
“Thank you.” I smiled, and he passed me a mug and looked toward the living room.
“That bag was delivered for you. It hasn’t been easy to control myself the last hour while I waited for your lazy ass to get up. I already looked up the logo, so I know it’s from an expensive jewelry store. Hurry and open it before I do.”
I swallowed a healthy gulp of caffeine and carried the mug with me to the other room where a haughty-looking,matte-black bag was tied with a big red bow. Inside was a card and a box. I slipped the note from the envelope first and read,Happy birthday, beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck you with only this on.
Miles peered over my shoulder. “That’s hot.”
I pulled the card against my chest. “Nosy.”
“Open the damn gift already.”
I shook my head as I slipped the black box from the bag and flipped it open. Inside was a stunning choker with three strands of pearls connected to a large, diamond-encrusted sapphire clasp. The center stone had to be fifteen carats.
“Holy crap.” Miles gawked. “Is that…a collar?”
“What do you mean acollar?”
“It’s a necklace a Dom gives his submissive. It’s usually a leather choker or some shit.”
“Oh my God, really?”
Miles nodded. “I’m pretty sure it means you belong to him.”
I ran my finger over the sparkling sapphire. “Do you think this is real? The color is incredible.”
“It’s definitely real. I researched the store the minute Nestor handed me the bag. It’s high end. Most of their stuff is one-of-a-kind pieces. They don’t sell costume jewelry.”
I lifted the necklace from the box for a closer look. “It’s really beautiful.”
Miles smirked. “Good thing you got a rich Dom, because the leather ones you see in the window of adult stores are pretty damn tacky.”
I laughed. “I really don’t think it’s meant to be a collar. He bought me a pearl anklet too. The thought behind the pearls is actually really sweet.”
“Would it bother you if that’s what it was meant to be?”
I thought about it. I was crazy about the man. Not to mention, I was more than satisfied with how things were between Jagger and me in the bedroom. Plus, if I belonged to him, that meant he belonged to me. I shook my head. “I think I already belong to him, Miles.”
