the property. A minute later, Ian was ushering in Boomer. Where Kenzie and Kala had mostly ignored Malone, they lit up when Boomer walked in.
The big guy’s face brightened, and he suddenly had his burly arms filled with tiny girls. “Hey, boss. Mike said since I failed the taco test, I have to come and help him. Are we babysitting? I thought it would be something bad. Can we watch Moana? I love that movie. Especially the chicken. The chicken is hilarious. Hey, do you think we could order some chicken, Mike? I’m a little hungry.”
Ian shook his head Michael’s way. “Touché, Mike. Well played. He’ll eat us out of house and home, but I’m not backing down because Macon is at the play party and he’s made lemon tarts. And Charlie can buy some more groceries. She does it all the time.”
Charlie sighed. Boys. All of them.
Boomer dropped to the ground and let the girls climb all over him like a jungle gym while Ian explained to Malone what would happen if his precious babies didn’t survive the night.
Honestly, she was a little more worried about the men surviving…
* * * *
An hour and a half later and Charlie was definitely seeing the plus side to her husband’s plotting. Sometimes his manipulative side produced awesome results. Though she was a bit worried about the chair.
“Are you sure this thing is sturdy? I don’t want to break Eric’s chair.”
She sat in Ian’s lap in Eric Vail’s beautifully decorated kitchen, waiting for the fun to start. Relaxed. How long had it been since she’d felt so relaxed? Since she’d been able to simply hang with her hubby and not worry about anything more than how long dessert was taking.
They were watching Macon Miles as he put the finishing touches on the dozen or so small lemon tarts he’d made especially for Ian. She always found it fascinating to watch the massive ex-soldier use his huge hands to create delicate treats.
“The chair is fine. Perfectly sturdy enough to hold us both. Come on, baby. Relax. Tell me this isn’t fun,” Ian growled against her cheek.
“You know I can’t.” Sitting in her husband’s lap, one hand on his chest, was kind of the bomb. She was wearing her favorite corset and a tiny little thong that didn’t cover anything at all. She liked it though. After her Master tortured her for a while, he would slide that ridiculous thong off and fuck her silly.
She needed that so very badly.
It was like Ian knew what she needed and had found a ridiculously manipulative way to give it to her. And yeah, that did something for her, too. Her Master was a ruthless bastard who would plot and plan and find a way to have her no matter what it took.
Her cell phone buzzed.
She glanced down. It was a text from Malone.
Okay to make the girls some S’mores? We’re having a pretend campout in the living room.
So maybe the billionaire oilman’s son wasn’t so bad at entertaining the kiddos. She texted a smiley face and a thumbs up and looked back at her Master. Here, that’s what he was—the dominant manly Master and she the sweetly bratty sub.
It felt so good to be his submissive for a bit.
A single brow arched over Ian’s icy blue eyes. They could go super cold when he wanted them to, and like blue flames when he was hot with desire. “You brought your cell phone?”
She wasn’t making any apologies for that, though she had hidden it in the left side of her corset. It fit in right under her arm. She and some of the other moms/subs had sewn in a little patch of matching material to hold their phones in. A little like a holster, but for information and communication, not a gun. Ian could carry the guns. She’d had enough of that for a lifetime. Besides, she knew that sometimes information was way more dangerous than bullets. “Normally I wouldn’t, Master, but we’re not at Sanctum and our babies aren’t with their usual sitter. I trust Malone and Boomer, but the girls…not so much. If they can cause chaos, they will, and they’ll giggle the whole time.”
She slipped the phone back into her corset.
“Well, I tried Serena but apparently she’s busy having a mental breakdown and went to nekkidville, which is somewhere in Southern Colorado. At least that’s what Jake said when I called earlier. He and Adam are taking a late flight so they can meet