“Darren?”
He nodded. “Don’t say anything to anyone. We have too much cross-pollination now between kinky and vanilla lives with our friends.” He sighed. “But when you see something on my mind, for right now, that’s what it is.”
“Do we need to postpone our vacation?”
He snorted. “No. Like hell. We’re still leaving on Saturday.”
But later, as she lay there in bed with him and thought about how he’d said it, the revelation about work…she shivered.
That had been all Dom-tone, the darkness of the sadist at his “worst.”
Or best, maybe, depending on what she was in a mood for.
I think life’s about to get interesting for a while.