I bite my lip. “London.”
“Oh, really?” his irritation turns to curiosity.
“She’s really good with a camera,” I responded apprehensively.
“I saw that. Several times.” He bites my neck. “You two didn’t do anything you weren’t supposed to?”
I swallow thickly. “Can I plead the fifth?”
“You bad girls.” He manhandles me, smacks my ass, and then pinches it hard. “Next time Jett and I will be the ones with the camera.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I purr.
“Damn straight.” He caresses my behind and grinds his erection between my legs. “Did you like my present?”
“Which one?” I lift my hips and press my pussy right up against him.
“Both of them,” he groans.
“Yes.” I kiss him gently. “The second one made me cry.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” He tells me earnestly.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you told me. I’m glad you’re not carrying around those feelings anymore.” I touch his cheek.
“Me, too.” He chokes out the words, and my heart splits.
“I have a second present for you,” I tell him. No unhappiness tonight.
“Oh really? I’m starting to enjoy getting presents.”
I nearly gnaw through my lip this time. “Want it now?”
“If you want to give it to me.”
“I do.”
“Why do you sound nervous?”
“Because I am.” I push him lightly so he rolls off me and retrieve another large white box from the closest. This one with a red ribbon around it.
I place it next to him. “Go ahead. Open it.”
He pulls the box toward him inquisitively and unties the ribbon while I wring my hands together like a lunatic. Once he removes the top, his face falls. Oh, shit. He cocks his head as if studying the contents of the box.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, feeling foolish. Maybe he thinks it’s too soon.
“I . . .” He starts pulling out everything that’s inside. White ears and a long bushy tail, a new white collar with my tag, matching wrist cuffs, and a studded leash.
He looks up at me silently, candlelight flickering on his face.
“We don’t have to . . . I just thought . . .” I scramble, trying to stuff everything back in the box. How ridiculous do I feel?
“Ellie, stop.” Kayne stands up and grabs my wrist, pulling me into his body. His erection like a stone slab against my thigh. “Areyouready?”
I glance up at him timidly through my eyelashes. “Yes. I’m ready. I’m ready to get back tous.” And it’s the truth.
“I don’t want to do anything to upset you. To trigger anything.”
