Yep, I blurted that out.
I pressed deep and gave him a squeeze of my arms. “Don’t tell her I told you,” I begged on a whisper. “I don’t even know why I told you.”
“She out that before or after you told her I own you?” he asked, totally clued in.
Oh boy.
“After.”
He grinned. “Built-in advisor. Lucky for you, babe.”
I rolled my eyes.
I felt his body shake with his chuckle as his arms gave me a squeeze.
When I rolled them back he asked, “She owned?”
I shook my head and whispered like Viv, who was space and walls away, could hear if I didn’t, “Looking.”
“Won’t look long,” he muttered.
“She made it sound like it wasn’t easy to find the right one.”
His eyes held mine and he replied, “It f**king isn’t.”
Oh.
My.
His eyes got lazy, his head dipped, he kissed me lightly then he pulled back.
“Lunch,” he declared. “No salad.”
Yes, a good, kind man.
“Thanks, honey,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome, babe,” he whispered back, I got another squeeze, he let me go and we walked in together.
Knight went to the kitchen.
I went to Vivica and Sandrine.
* * * * *
“Roll, baby.”
My body sated, my wrists tied to the slats of the headboard with soft, strong, black silk scarves, I rolled to my belly which meant I rolled close to Knight whose front was now pressed to my side.
It was much later, Viv had taken Sandrine home and it was finally just us.
“Pull yourself up, c**k your elbows out. It’ll be more comfortable,” Knight said softly, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back.
Apparently, he wasn’t going to untie me. And he’d just done me while I was tied to his bed and I’d come hard.
Twice.
But still, knowing that Knight wasn’t going to untie me, I quivered.