This time, that satisfied smile is for Max, not Dominus.
My heart swells, the hope I long ago tried to stuff down rising again with fervor.
“I’d like to take you back to my hotel room, Ms. Hart,” I say, ducking forward to nip at her bottom lip, then moving to whisper in her ear. “Because if you think we gave that nice family a show earlier, you have no idea the things I have planned for you.”
“Oh my god.” Her hands flex around my biceps again. “Tell me.”
I chuckle, dragging my lips over the shell of her ear, then sucking her earlobe into my mouth until she gasps. “I think I’d like to leave you guessing.”
“Check please,” she jokes, and I pull back, laughing as I meet her gaze.
But there’s no mirth in her eyes. There’s noroomfor mirth with all that unbridled lust.
“Let’s go,” she mouths, and it’s all I can do not to jump for joy.
Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me. Adjusting my aching cock, I retrieve my wallet, grab a couple bills, then drop them onto the tabletop. Gloria will understand.
And if she doesn’t, the hefty tip will help.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sutton
We reach the hotel where Max is staying and I barely get the chance to take in the beauty of the chandelier everyone talks about because Max can’t keep his hands and mouth off me. I’ve never been so literally swept off my feet, but when we reach the elevator, he does just that, bending at the waist to scoop me into his arms.
Public affection in front of all these onlookers should embarrass me, but this isVegasafter all, and I’m sure they’ve seen worse.
Frankly, I can’t be bothered to care.
Max’s big arms swallow me up, and as his mouth does delicious things to mine, I have a pang of regret.
Is this…amI cheating on Dominus?
I don’t think I am. We never discussed anything like that and he’s never even asked to see me outside of the club. Everything I’ve read about the relationship between a Dominant and submissive has given me varied feedback. Sometimes the Dom and sub partake in relationships outside of the power exchange. Sometimes they’re married—to one another, or other people entirely. Sometimes they are strangers outside the club, like Dominus and me.
There’s no one way to go about it, but I feel like maybe I should check in with him?
Max growls and pulls back from the kiss. “Where’d you go?”
I blink, licking my lips. They’re swollen and raw from the way he’s been devouring them for the last twenty minutes.
“Sorry, I…” Frowning, I realize I can’t possibly tell him where my thoughts just wandered.
Oh dear. This is a predicament I never anticipated—and one I have no idea how to navigate. I swallow hard, then smile. “I need to check in with Mo.”
Max’s eyes narrow as if he doesn’t fully believe the lie, but then he nods.
“You going to tell her you finally let me kiss you?”
He sets me down as the elevator dings and opens up to his floor.
“I’m pretty sure I kissed you.”
“Semantics.” He slips his hand into mine and leads me down the hall. “She’s going to be happy for you.”
I snort. He’s right, but I’m not going to tell him that.
I’m also not actually about to check in with my best friend.
