Page 167 of Relentles
“Fine, Joe.” She started to turn toward the hallway. “Are you staying the weekend?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I do!” Meggie screamed.
Laughing at her enthusiasm, Joe kissed Meggie’s cheek. “I can stay in the guestroom, Dinah.” He heard the plea in his voice.
Dinah glanced at Meggie, then cleared her throat. “That won’t be necessary. I want to see the results of your tests. If they are negative, you can stay in my bedroom.”
“I have the paper in my saddlebag.”
“Don’t you dare put your mouth on me and I refuse to put my mouth on you.”
“I know, babe.” He frowned. “Can I kiss your mouth?”
This time, Meggie kissed his cheek. “I put my mouth on you, Daddy! Even if Mama doesn’t.”
At her boast, Joe winced, and heat travelled up his neck. Leave it to a kid to put you in your fucking place.
His embarrassment satisfied Dinah. She smirked.
“Let’s find dry clothes for you, baby,” he told his daughter, rushing past Dinah before he said something else that she misinterpreted in her innocence.
“I have a few things to get in order,” Dinah called. “But I’ll be waiting for you, Joe.”
Why the fuck did that sound like a threat.
Without answering, Joe continued to the staircase, hoping he didn’t feel as out-of-sorts and agitated as he had the last time he’d awakened after spending the night with Dinah.
If she wasn’t such a good girl, he might’ve accused her of drugging him.
Act Two – Power – Charlemagne
“Are you ready for your surprise, little girl?”
Standing still, Charlemagne Preveau allowed Sharper Banks to cover her eyes with his hand. He was directly behind her and pressed against her ass. Tonight, she couldn’t wait to fuck him.
Although he’d never measure up to his son in a million years, he was an excellent lover when he got a dick rise and spoiled the fuck out of her.
“Char?” he rumbled.
She giggled. “Yes, Daddy. Give it to me,” she said in a childish voice.
Holding her tightly, he started walking slowly, allowing her to stay balanced. After a long day of whining parishioners, aluncheon, and an interview, Sharper returned to his church office and called her from her own.
Now, as he guided her out of the luxurious room, she was breathless with anticipation, suspecting what was in store.
The first time he’d thought of surprising her this way, he’d walked so fast, she’d gone dizzy. She’d asked him if he was out of his motherfucking mind and kept her pussy to herself until he bought her a toy to play with.
Two minutes later, they halted. Sharper dropped his hand.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he whispered.
Just as she suspected, her husband had brought her toys again. Two sluts lay on the pulpit stage, naked, bound and gagged. She hid a smile at the irony.
To the congregation and in the public eye, they were devoted servants of the gospel. Privately, Char frowned on religion. She didn’t believe in the bible or all the hoopla. Her mother had been the good Christian. And Sharper was just the fucking devil disguised in a holy man’s cloth.
Sharper bit her neck. “Undress.”
