He kissed her, stayed close enough to share breath. “You were fantastic with him,” he murmured. “He took the bait, though I’m not happy it was you.”
“I can handle myself.”
“I know that, babe.” He walked into the bathroom to clean up and she followed close on his heels.
“I really have to pee.” She sat on the toilet.
For some reason, this was a defining moment. If she could pee with him standing a foot away, she was truly comfortable around him.
When she finished, he captured her in his arms. “Ready to execute the plan?”
Nodding, she caressed his shoulder. “Do you need aftercare?”
“Absolutely.” She moved toward the bed, but he drew her hand to his mouth and kissed her soft skin. “Mrs. Black, one of the perks of being hitched is that I get to enjoy aftercare at home in our bed with my stunning wife.”
Her sultry smile was her only reply.
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F L Y I NG H I GH
A fter paying for their drinks, Maverick eyed his drone on the top shelf behind the bar. Several more couples had arrived, so Mr. Black escorted the stunning Mrs. Black to a spot where they could see Internado if he went on the prowl.
While they waited, the basement door opened and a masked woman wearing leather lingerie made her way to the bar. Her back had been marred by several fresh whip marks. Inwardly, Maverick winced. That looks painful.
He kissed Carly’s ear, then whispered, “Woman at the bar is from the basement.”
After eyeing the club member, Carly leaned up, kissed him, letting her lips linger on his. “Nice catch, Mr. Black.”
“You are such an attentive wife. God, I love that about you.”
Greta had been making the rounds, greeting people and checking in with them.
“Here she comes,” he murmured. “Ready to do this?”
“Absolutely.”
Greta finished chatting with a couple nearby, then sauntered over. “Downstairs so quickly?”
“We had a little fun,” Carly said.
“Just a little?”
“You have a beautiful place, Greta. The club is lovely, but I’m not sure it’s what I’m looking for. I’ll let Sinclair know we won’t be returning.”
Greta frowned. “I’m surprised to hear you’ve made your decision already. What’s missing or what didn’t you like?”
Carly leaned close. “It’s definitely classy and you take all the appropriate precautions. I appreciate that you allow penetration.”
“Are you looking for more equipment?” Greta asked. “More entertainment from my staff?”
“I’m looking for something darker, maybe even a little dangerous.”
“What about you, Mr. Black? How was your evening?”
The basement door opened and a masked man wearing a latex kilt and mesh shirt passed by on his way out. “Maybe your basement crowd would better suit my wife’s needs.”
Crossing her arms, Greta arched an eyebrow. “The dungeon is a closed group.”
