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“Lucky for you, I’m great at it.”
Is that what love is? Finding someone to complement your shortcomings? Finding that person who balances out your quirks and grounds you?
I’m not sure. But the more time I spend with Sterling, the more convinced I am that he’s my counterpoint, a simultaneous melody, and we’re dependent on each other to create harmonies.
I thought I’d be more terrified, angrier at any kind of dependence, but so far, it doesn’t feel all that bad.
“You didn’t answer the question.” He knocks at the back of my knee with his, making my leg dip.
“I want more than one season with you. I think I love you, too, Sterling. I’m just not sure what the rules are here. It’s been a month. Can you love someone in a month?”
He wraps both arms around me so tight my head may pop off my body. “I’m told some people can love much faster than that, but it takes as long as it takes, Corabelle. I’m not in any kind of hurry.”
CHAPTER 39
Sterling
Apparently flamingos makemy wife horny.
Or, I don’t know, perhaps a tiny part of me is hoping that it was my gifting her the flamingo that had her going home to change so we could head out to Protocol. Either way, a switch has flicked, and it seems that Mrs. Montgomery needs to blow off some steam. And I’m not going to say no.
We’re dating. For real dating. And maybe someday this fake marriage may be a real marriage, and if I’m truly honest with myself, with every single day that passes, things feel more and more real between us.
It wasn’t the most typical way of starting a relationship by any means, but that seed of love in my chest is being watered every day and turning into an oak tree with deep roots.
When we get to Protocol, there’s no hesitation, no delay. She waves at Thor but doesn’t slow to speak, and when I shrug at him, he grins at me over the bar. With one hand he makes an ‘O’ with his finger and thumb and with the other he pushes his forefinger through the hole.
Fuck. I sure hope I’m getting laid tonight. It’s been hell ontoast lying in a bed next to such a beautiful woman for an entire week andnotdoing anything other than holding her.
There’s no way she hasn’t felt my dick poking her ass, or the way my heartbeat skips against her back as I cradle her body against mine. But we’ve stayed PG-rated, and my dick is so tired of coming into my hand in the shower.
I miss her.
She beelines for the staircase leading down to the dungeon and my spine tingles with excitement and anticipation.
When we get downstairs, there’s a crowd growing in the main showcase area, but again, Corabelle doesn’t stop. She leads me to one of the private play rooms, though when we get inside, it seems to already be occupied.
Slade stands over a red, velvet chair with a large hank of rope in his hand.
“Sorry, man. We didn’t know this room was taken.”
The smirk he gives me tells me I have no fucking clue what’s going on. He nods. “I’ve been expecting you.”
I look at Corabelle, she’s folding her arms across her tits making them look even more mouth-wateringly tempting. “Strip and sit.”
Those are the only words from her I get.
Has she spoken to someone? Does she know Slade and I have played together before? Slade wouldn’t tell, he’s tight-lipped as fuck about his private life. Either way, something about this whole situation sets my skin alight. She said she sucked at giving gifts, but I can already tell, this one’s going to be the best gift I’ve ever received.
There’s a folding table next to the chair that’s got a blindfold, shears to cut rope, wax implements, and a lighter. Fucking hell. If this is what I think it is, I can’t wait.
“Did I stutter, Kajirus?”
“No ma’am.” I strip off slowly, taking extracare to fold my clothes, stretching the anticipation, the sexual frustration churning through my veins.
When I turn to face them, they’re both staring at me with hunger in their eyes, and as I lower myself onto the seat I’m almost stabbed in the eye by the giant dick tenting Slade’s pants.
“Slade’s the best rigger we know.”