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I gently poked her in the side. “Stop channeling your brother.”
“Ick.” She shuddered. “Can you give me an example, at least?”
“I’d like to have some simple rituals. If we’re living together, that is. Like a morning greeting, bedtime routine. Things like that. Protocols such as when we go out to eat with others, you wait for me to signal it’s okay to eat. Behaviors that will clearly delineate when we’re in Sir and girl mode versus our everyday life.”
She slowly rolled her mug back and forth between her palms. “It feels like I’m missing something in translation. Or I’m trying to overcomplicate it in my head.”
I didn’t answer because I wasn’t a fucking idiot.
Plus, I could tell from her tone she wasn’t done yet, merely rattling it around in her brain so it might better fit into an available slot for processing.
“Basically,” she finally said, “you want to do roleplay?”
“Not exactly. Think about how Jordan and Elliot respond to Leo.” I’d observed this as a Secret Service agent, when the men were safely alone in the executive residence. “Leo’s in charge.”
“You said stop channeling my brother.”
I took a deep breath to maintain my patience. “They defer to him,” I said. “You know what I mean. Career-wise, they’re obviously independent people. But there’s a vulnerability with Jordan and Elliot that you are a witness to as a family member that the general public never sees.”
She slowly nodded. “I… guess? Like I said, I have never been one to spend much time wondering about my brother’s sex life.”
“This isn’t just about sex. This is about a hierarchy.”
She tipped her head back, looking up at me. “I don’t know if I can willingly be okay letting someone dictate my whole life.”
“I’m not looking to dictate your whole life, sweetheart. I’m not looking to turn you into a doormat, or a bang-maid, or anything like that. One of the things I love about you is how independent you are. Which is why it’s even hotter for me when you willingly submit to me. Because I know it means you trust me. And I want to keep you happy and keep you trusting me. It’s a give-and-take.”
“Meaning it’s a performative arrangement?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “There is a communication disconnect here. I’m obviously not doing a very good job explaining this.” Then a thought hit. “There’s a 101 class on the schedule for tomorrow morning that covers relationship dynamics. How about we table this for now and attend that? Maybe it’ll help me clarify what I’m trying to say.”
She cocked her head, watching me. “Takes a secure man to admit he’s not sure what he’s saying.”
“Well, considering getting hit in the junk by a fart-propelled butt plug didn’t scare me off, I think it’s evident that I’m not your average man.”
Did I mention I love the sound of her laughter?
We made our way back into the room, took a quick shower to rinse off the smell of chlorine from the hot tub, and tumbled back into bed. My cock’s recovered confidence that there wouldn’t be future aerial assaults on him allowed me to roll on top of Kayley and cage her with my arms. I slanted my lips over hers and savored our kiss.
I could spend days doing nothing but kissing her.
Hell, I could spend the rest of my life doing it.
I just hoped I got the chance to do it.
“Still feel like playing with the vibrator?” she asked.
I nipped her bottom lip. “I’ll get it.”
CHAPTER 19
Kayley
Vic climbed off me and retrieved items from the armoire. Then he pointed and circled a finger at me, his meaning clear.
My pulse picked up as I rolled over onto my hands and knees. I do love it when he fucks me like this.
Behind me, I felt him climb onto the bed and nudge my knees farther apart, kneeling between them.
