“I could… suck your cock?”
Her slim hand returns to my leg and slithers up my lap before landing on the bulge growing in my shorts. “That’s all you’re willing to do?” I ask, doing my best to sound angry when I’m far from it.
“I mean… you could fuck my pussy, too?” she suggests, uncharacteristically shy.
“It was a family heirloom. A priceless piece of my history.”
She sighs with what I imagine is meant to be despair, but she can barely hold back her delighted grin. “If you’re very gentle, sir, you can put it in my ass.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere. I think the incident warrants a spanking, too.”
Her jaw falls open, but she quickly picks it up. “Of course, sir.”
“To make sure it never happens again.”
“Anything you say, sir.”
Eager, she slips her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Before she can lower them, though, I grab her jaw with one hand and fist her sleek, low bun with the other to bring her face up to mine.
“Since I’m about to fuck you like you’re nothing to me but a clumsy and worthless inconvenience, let me remind you I would go to hell and back for you, woman.”
“Nothing could ever make me forget that, baby.”
Still holding her firmly, I kiss her with all the dominance I can muster, giving her what she’s asking for, what she seems to crave.
Role-playing isn’t for me. It’s awkward and feels unnecessary. I don’t need her to pretend to be a maid to want her. But this is what she wants, and in a way, I get why she likes this idea, this little game. Even though pretending to be different people is out of my comfort zone, it’s alright. Sheismy comfort zone. Always.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything I can to protect her while she risks everything yet again for us.
One last time, I check myself in the small mirror of the car’s sun visor. Without my curly hair or freckles, I look very… ordinary. Nothing about me is striking, which is perfect. I’ll blend in, not attract attention, and that’s exactly what I need.
“Are you ready?” Lex asks, even more stressed than I am.
“I think so.”
“If you don’t want to do it, we can cancel, Andrea. We’ll find another way.”
“We won’t. This is the perfect opportunity, baby. We saw them leave yesterday, and we know they won’t be back for at least a week. We won’t get another shot like this until God knows how long.”
Resigned, he lets out a long breath through his nose, lips pressed in a straight line. “Remember to pay attention to the lights,” he insists for the seventh time since we woke up.
“I know.”
As we prepared ourselves for today, Lex got the brilliant idea to dig into the penthouse’s electrical system. The place runs on a centralized smart grid, and since we had access to the network, it wasn’t hard to find the control layer that manages voltage distribution. If I’m ever in trouble, he’ll briefly dip the power—not enough to trip alarms or alertanyone monitoring the system, but enough to make the lights dim and flicker twice. A silent signal only I’ll be looking for.
Technically, we won’t need the precaution. But I could tell he needed it to fully agree to this plan. And honestly? I don’t mind having him watching my back.
“I need to go,” I say, eyeing the time on the dashboard.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. I promise I’ll be fine. Especially since I have you to look after me.”
I don’t know how to help him relax other than giving him a kiss. So I do exactly that, leaning over the SUV’s partition. This wasn’t meant to become much more than a peck, but my own fears push me to give and demand more. Lex, who’s stiff at first, melts into the kiss.
A small voice in the back of my head tells me this feels like a last kiss, or the potentiality of it, but I dismiss it. Today will be fine. I’ll fly under the radar, as Paola said, and maybe get us the answers we’re desperate for.
Refusing to be late and bring unnecessary attention to myself, I rip away from Lex’s tantalizing lips. “See you at six,” I say, grabbing the handle.
