“Maybe you should have.”
A dark groan left him, and I decided to push him even further.
I leaned back and scanned the breathtaking 4D Tokyo. “I think it would be quite nice to be fucked here.”
His whole body went taut. I watched it happen—the stillness, the jaw clench, the way his hand flexed at his side like he was physically stopping himself from reaching for me. "Careful, Tora. I converted my war room into a restaurant for you. Don't make me convert it into a bedroom."
“I don’t want to be careful.”
He sneered. “I have a big night planned for us. Patience.”
I smirked. “As ifyouhave patience.”
“I am the Dragon. Patience is how I always win.”
I chuckled.
Then he stepped back—reluctantly, I could tell from the way his hands lingered on mine—and guided me toward the table. "Come. Sit with me."
And that told me that whatever he had planned, it would be even bigger than this moment because I knew my man, and he was a horny bastard that never missed an opportunity to fuck me.
He’s pacing himself? Oh shit. What sort of freaky stuff are we going to be doing tonight?
Kenji pulled out the silk cushion for me, arranging it with care, then helped me lower onto it. The phoenix gown pooled around me in rivers of red and gold, spreading across the floor like I'd brought my own sunset.
Once I was settled, Kenji didn't go to the other side of the table.
He sat right beside me.
Our knees touched.
Our shoulders brushed.
Warmth bloomed in my chest as he took my hand, laced his fingers through mine, and rested our joined hands on his thigh. The tuxedo fabric was smooth beneath my palm.
His thigh, solid.
Warm.
Then, coming from my left, the music rose.
I turned.
A woman sat in a corner I hadn't noticed—older, pretty, her fingers moved across a dark wood instrument with taut strings. She wore ivory picks on three fingertips, and they caught the candlelight each time she plucked.
She played another note.
Then another.
A melody began to build that was slow and haunting.
I watched the woman's fingers move. “What is that instrument called?”
“It's akoto. It has thirteen strings. Each one tuned by hand. Those small bridges beneath the strings—she moves them between songs to change the scale. No two performances are ever exactly the same."
I smiled.
The sound filled the space between the 4D buildings like water finding cracks.
