Page 158 of Little Sunshine

“Can you do me another favor?” she asked as we continued to the car.

I braced. “What?”

“When we get home, can you use the rope again? It makes me feel oddly calm.” She shot me a nasty look. “Until you take a FaceTime call, that is.”

I may have braced, but I hadn’t done it enough. For one, Mila asking to be tied was a helluva lot different from just letting me do it. For another, she’d called it home. Not your place or your house.

Home.

Which was why I repeated, “Any-fucking-time.”

Chapter 26

Chase What You Want

MILA

Time was funny.

When I’d worked at The Roulette, each day had seemed to drag miserably. A week had felt like an endless eternity.

With Ash, our first week of being us had flown by in a blink. Yet at the same time, it felt like we’d been together for much longer than we had.

Ash as my Daddy was intense—in the very best way.

Whatever patience he’d used to take things slow before we got together was long gone. He didn’t hold back, and he didn’t allow me to, either. True to his word, he was greedy with my time. If he wasn’t working, we were together. Even if he was working—minus when he’d been out at meetings for a whole day—I went with him.

And every night, I went to sleep with his body on mine, his cock nestled against me, and my arm tied to his bed.

And every morning, he took whatever tee I’d slept in and wore it under his suit.

It was crazy.

It was hot.

It was so crazy hot.

The only sour note in the week had been Veronica’s continued presence. Not physically—she hadn’t shown up after our interaction at Moonlight—but she’d texted.

A lot.

Asking how I was. If I was okay. When those went without a response, she’d begun to tell me about mundane things she’d seen or heard. Like she was just a normal mom checking in.

I didn’t trust it. But at the same time, I hadn’t told her to stop. I hadn’t blocked her. It was pathetic, but I still wasn’t sure I could cut her out of my life.

A voice in my head warned me that if I did that, then once Ash was gone, I’d have no one. I’d be completely alone. I didn’t pay attention to it—much—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

Other than that, though, life was good. Not good enough. Not as good as it was going to get.

Just plain good.

And as I finished tying a rope into place, a tremor ran down my side because I knew it was about to get even better.

Stepping back, I inspected my work in the full-length mirror in Ash’s penthouse. It wasn’t perfect. And it definitely wasn’t as easy as Ash made it look. But it was secure.

Hopefully.

I walked around the living room to test it before quickly realizing my error.

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