Her sweet moan rumbled through him. He caressed her back and squeezed her ass. “You’re right. We will know what to do when we get there.” When he pulled her close, her breasts pressed against his chest. “You. Are. Mine.”
Her lips parted and she exhaled a soft sigh. “Do you want me to show you how the outfit works?”
The first zipper stopped at her navel. A second zipper covered her crotch.
“I got this.”
Breaking with his plan, he brushed his lips to hers, had to feel her silky mouth on his again. “The tracker went off while you were getting ready. He’s on the move.”
He clasped her hand and they walked inside to check Internado’s whereabouts. Just past twenty-one hundred and the senator’s car was parked around the block from Greta’s. Maverick slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small drone that resembled a housefly. “Crockett’s Spy Fly.”
“What’s your plan?”
“Leave it near the bar.”
“I’ll divert the bartender’s attention while you maneuver it into place.”
Maverick chuffed out a laugh. “One look at you and he won’t notice me at all.”
“And if the bartender is a woman?” she asked, nuzzling close.
“Regardless of who’s tending bar, you’re gonna steal the show, baby doll. Steal. The. Show.” He clasped her hand. “Ready to roll?”
On the short ride to Greta’s, he took every opportunity to check her out. She caught his gazes with seductive looks of her own. By the time he parked, their pent-up energy had turned the air electric. Before exiting the car, they tied on their masks.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight for a millisecond.”
“I wouldn’t want you to,” she said and caressed his leg.
They stayed connected for several beats. Her soft hand stroking his thigh, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
“You ready to do this?” he asked.
“More than ready.”
Hand in hand, they sauntered toward Greta’s brick-front townhome. This felt more like a date than a stakeout. More like an erotic night out with his sizzling hot wife. More like what his heart had always needed but he’d been too walled off to realize. Neither had removed the wedding bands since they’d first put them on. His pretend marriage to Carly was the easiest thing he’d ever done.
He rang the doorbell. The gentle breeze cooled him, but when their eyes met, the flame reignited.
Greta swung open the door. “Welcome back.”
While Greta raved over Carly’s outfit, he swept the room for Internado as the hypnotic sounds of Delerium played in the background. Come on. Show your slimy face.
A tall woman rounded the corner and strolled over. Her black leather body harness hid her nipples and a lacy thong covered her snatch. She touted a black choker collar and cat mask. Otherwise, she was all skin. She sidled beside him, waiting for a break in the conversation. “Greta, introduce me to your friends.”
“This is Mr. and Mrs. Black.”
She smiled at Carly. “Love the body suit. So hot.” She winked, then slipped her hand into Maverick’s. “What’s your poison, big boy?”
“My wife,” he replied, untangling his hand from hers.
“She can play, too.”
“They’re exclusive,” Greta chimed in.
“If you change your mind, we’re in the first bedroom upstairs. My Master loves meeting new people.” She strolled over to the bar.
“I saw you set up an online account,” Greta said. “Your two-week trial begins tonight. As I mentioned, kink happens upstairs only. You’ll find condoms on all the tables up there. Use one if you play. I’ll be around if you need me.” With a tight smile, she ambled away.
