The way she says that sends tingles down my spine and blood pumping straight to my cock. I once dreamed of hearing Ellie say that of her own free will. Of belonging to me—not because she was forced, but because she wanted me. It was the first time I ever let myself wish for anything. She was the first thing I ever wanted in my entire life, and I finally have her. I imagine this feeling is similar to winning the lottery. Amazement, bewilderment, joy. Joy. Such a foreign concept for me, yet so easily accepted when I’m with her.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” She kisses me one last time, but before she turns the knob, I stop her.
“Wait,” I put my hand on the door. “Just wait right here.”
I leave her standing in the foyer and head back into the Toy Box where Jett and Juice are still hanging out.
“Do we have any Jimmies?” I ask Juice. “Like really small ones?”
“In the cabinet,” he points to the right, “second drawer.”
“What do you need that for?” Jett asks as I pull out what looks like a dark slate business card.
“You’ll see.” I hand it to Juice. “Activate it. I’ll tell you when to turn it on.”
Juice takes the card, punches a few numbers and letters into his computer, and hands it back. I pop out the tiny little chip from the cardboard and peel off the paper from the back. It’s so small you can barely decipher what it is on the tip of my finger.
I walk back out to Ellie, who is pacing the foyer. “Is everything okay?” she asks restlessly.
“As okay as it can be.” I tickle the heart dangling from her throat.
“Did I hurt you upstairs?”
“No. It was intense. A little scary. But fucking amazing. I know you’d never intentionally hurt me.” She smiles coyly. “No matter how mad I make you.”
“I warned you I was going to fuck you hard. But baby, I meant it when I said I would love you harder.” I trap her face with one hand.
“I know.” She melts against me as I lean down and kiss her. Her lips are warm and her breath is minty.
“Now go.” I land a hard blow on her behind. “When you get back, I’m chaining you to the bed and eating you for dinner.”
“Oh God,” she says, flustered with desire. “I’m going.”
“Just give the doorman your name when you get back,” I tell Ellie as she steps on the elevator. “You’ll be on the list.”
She grins and does a little sexy wave to acknowledge me just as the doors close. Then she’s gone.
And I’m completely miserable.
I head back into the Toy Box and plop down into a seat. Both Jett and Juice stare at me.
“What?” I ask defensively.
“Whatcha doing?” Jett asks.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Sitting down.”
“Where’s Ellie?”
“She went out.”
“To do what?” His eyebrows crease.
“Break up with her boy toy.”
“And you let her?” His tone elevates.
“Yeah. What do you think the jimmy was for?”
