Luscious - Lexi Blake Page 0,29
out and see where things go. I don’t want to push you. This relationship is important to me.”
She hugged him again. “It’s important to me, too. And that’s why I want to go. I want to see. Will they let me watch? Or will they think I’m a total perv for wanting to watch?”
“Oh, that house is full of happy perverts right now.” He sighed, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. “I’d already asked if I could bring you. Big Tag agreed. You’re welcome, but you’re coming in with me and that means there are some rules.”
“Do I call you Sir? I caught that, you know.” At least she sounded happy again.
“No. You call me Macon and you stay close to me. If I give you an order, it’s for your safety and the safety of the others. This is a private play party. There are going to be different scenes going on in various rooms of the house, though most people will be in the dungeon. And there will be naked people. If this was Sanctum, you wouldn’t be allowed to come in street clothes.”
“I don’t have anything sexy.”
“You’re sexy exactly the way you are.” He loved her in jeans and a T-shirt or her Top uniform or her PJs.
“You say the sweetest things, Miles.” She glanced back up at him and gave him a tremulous smile. “I’m crazy about you. I want this to work.”
He cupped her cheeks and held her still for a long kiss. He molded his lips to hers, going slow and savoring every moment. He couldn’t ask for more than an honest chance with her. “I’m crazy about you, too.”
He dipped his head down again. The cake could wait a few minutes more.
* * * *
She clung to Macon’s hand and it wasn’t really about being afraid. She could finally hold it. She could finally feel their fingers threading together. She moved closer to him as they ventured out of the dining room after putting the finishing touches on the buffet. It was gorgeous. Macon hadn’t made everything, but in her mind his were the tastiest. In addition to the cake and a plate of tiny lemon angel food cakes with a dash of lemon confit, he’d made three types of hummus, put together a charcuterie board and a cheese plate, and a lovely selection of crudités. She’d helped him with the variety of vegetables, cutting them the way he taught her to.
She loved living with Macon. She was fairly certain she was falling in love with Macon. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe she was being naïve, but he couldn’t have hurt her brother. She wanted the truth, but she was no longer sure she wanted it at the price of her relationship with him.
“Are you ready? There’s a bar set up in the living room, but no one will be drunk here. Big Tag would never allow that. There’s a two drink max.”
“Really?”
“Discipline is the name of the game with this crowd,” Macon explained. “They can’t take care of their subs if they drink too much and they always take care of their subs. And here are our first naked people. Naturally it’s my sister-in-law. Yeah, I had to get used to that.”
Ally felt her jaw drop. Serena Dean-Miles, the mild-mannered writer she’d gotten to know over the last week, was trussed up like a turkey and all she was wearing was some rope. It looked like quite a bit of rope, but it didn’t cover anything important. Her arms were bound behind her back, her breasts proudly displayed in what looked like the reverse version of a bra since her torso was covered but her breasts were left bare.
“Who didn’t get her word count in, today?” Adam asked, his voice a low growl. She had to admit that Macon’s big brother looked fine wearing nothing but what appeared to be a pair of leather pants. His chest was perfectly sculpted, every inch of him lean muscle.
“It was me, Master,” Serena said. Gone were her glasses and her typical bun. Her brown and blonde hair flowed around, making her look feminine and sexy. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at Adam with big eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t have enough time today.”
“She’s not really sorry,” Ally whispered to Macon.
Macon grinned at her. “She might be in a minute, but it’s all play. They set up this scene weeks ago. They like to call it the ‘naughty author gives in