Page 77 of Hushed

“I got the wedding gig. I’m super excited about it.”

He grinned. “Excellent. I knew you would nail it.”

“What time do you go back to D.C. tomorrow?”

He lifted one shoulder. “I leave around noon.”

Her heart twisted. They had less than twenty-four hours.

“Come with me. The masquerade is Saturday. You can stay until then if you don’t have any gigs between now and then.”

She mentally went through her calendar. “My next one isn’t for a couple of weeks, actually. I was going to put in a couple of calls and try to land something for the weekend, but with the jobs I have lined up right now, I don’t have to unless I just want to add to my savings account.”

He kissed her cheek. “I’m so proud of you and what you’ve built.”

She beamed and finally leaned in to kiss him. When their lips touched, he slipped his hands into her hair and pulled tight.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured when he pulled away. “We’re going to bed. We’ll figure out the travel arrangements later.”

In the bedroom, he pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra, so she was topless with her jeans and the cute heels she’d worn to her meeting with Skylar.

He fingered the jewelry on one nipple and smiled. “I love these so much.”

Her face warmed as he admired her piercings, then he bent and pulled one nipple into his mouth, twisting the bar with his very skilled tongue. No wonder he got her off so easily when he licked her. As long as he got her brain to shut up.

Even now, there was chatter in the background that ranged from wanting to punch Evie in the face to mentally adding songs to Skylar’s wedding playlist.

But she knew how to deal with that now, so she pulled away from his mouth and looked at him.

“What is it?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“My mind is not slowing down. I need some help focusing.”

He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. “Good girl. Thank you for telling me.”

She beamed as he backed away and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. It was sexy watching him do that.

“I’m going to get something. I want you naked and laying on the bed when I get back.”

She grinned. “Yes, Sir. I can do that.”

“Good girl.”

When he was gone, she pulled off her pants, underwear, and shoes, and crawled onto the bed, still trying to ignore the racing thoughts in her mind.

She heard Gage moving around in the kitchen, and she couldn’t help but be curious about what he was up to. Something clinked against glass. Was that the ice dispenser?

A minute later, he sauntered back into the room carrying a small bowl filled with ice and something with a metal handle was sticking out of the center.

“What are you planning?” she asked, her voice sounding breathless as she spoke.

“You’ll find out. Do you trust me?”

She blinked and nodded up at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He set the bowl on the nightstand, and sat on the bed next to her, dragging a hand down her thigh.

“We’re going to play with some different temperatures and sensations and see how you like them.”

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