It wasn’t a question.
I rested my forearms on the table. “You did.”
His fingers tightened together. “I told him we could let him go.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like that I gave him false hope,” he murmured sadly.
I reached over and nudged his knee under the table. “You did it to protect us, angel. Besides, you have to remember the guy was a serial rapist. He doesn’t deserve your guilt.”
Josh stared at me for a moment, then he sighed and dropped his forehead briefly to the table. “I guess you’re right,” he muttered into the wood.
“You did the right thing,” I assured him, scratching his scalp with my nails. He leaned into the touch. “Are you ready to head home?”
He rolled his head to the side to look at me. “Are you? Don’t you want to hang around and swap murder stories or something?”
I huffed out a laugh. “I can do that another day.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin the fun…”
I dropped my head to the table in a similar fashion, my cheek pressed against the wood. “You’re not ruining anything, sweetheart. The others will probably start to leave soon, too. So what do you say? Should we go home and take a long, hot shower?”
Josh studied me for a second, like he was trying to decide whether I was serious. “Yeah,” he finally said. “A shower sounds really good right now.”
“Thought so.”
He pushed himself upright and rubbed his hands over his face. “I feel… gross.”
“Reasonable reaction to the evening,” I said.
Josh chuckled. “I did like it when you made me come, though. Just to be clear.”
“Oh, we’re clear,” I joked, still keeping my voice soft.
We sat there another moment in the quiet dining room. The distant murmur of voices drifted faintly from the living room, punctuated by Lane’s unmistakable laugh somewhere down the hall.
“Okay,” Josh said, pushing his chair back. “Let’s go home.”
IV
Fit for a Princess
Greyson rewards Lane with a lavish shopping spree. Afterwards, he wants a little reward of his own.
Content Warnings: Cockwarming, therapist having an off-screen sex act happening to them during a telehealth session without the knowledge and consent of their patient, feminization, male lingerie, Daddy kink, CNC (consensual non-consent)
Thank you, @read.me.romance, for coming up with the idea of a shopping spree! May we all live vicariously through Lane ??
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Lane
“Daddyyyyy,” I called out loudly, getting a glare from Chloe who’d been napping beside me.
I kissed the top of her annoyed little fuzzy head and told her, “What? That’s what you sound like, too.”
Chloe made a “mrrph” sound and settled her head back between her paws.
