Page 68 of Pose for Me
He glares at me, the scowl still in place, but not as harsh. “I don’t want to risk anyone’s life, Daddy. I told you I’d stay until you got rid of me, and I meant it. You keep your word, and I’ll keep mine.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’ve broken my word twice, but the first time wasn’t my fault and the second was for him. I didn’t pose either of those kills, so I’m not counting them.
“I swear,” I tell him, starting our deal from scratch. I glance behind him and smile. “You were making me breakfast.”
“Yeah. I figured we could have breakfast in bed, since you were sleeping in.”
I bend down and kiss him. “Thank you, baby boy. I appreciate it.”
I help Lane clean up the trash he was throwing away, then we make our plates and sit at the dining room table.
We dig in, and I groan as I eat. It’s been years since someone’s cooked for me. I could get used to this.
“You mad at me, Daddy?” Lane asks quietly, pushing his eggs around his plate.
I sigh and shake my head. “No, Lane. It’s my fault. I should have remembered to cuff you, and I didn’t. It’s not on you. But since you didn’t run, I’ll get you an ankle monitor so you can roam around the house now.”
He gives me a dry look. “Is that necessary?”
Smiling, I rise from my chair, lean across the table and kiss him gently. “Definitely.”
“But you have those locks on the door, and I can’t get out when you’re not here. Can I just…not?”
“Ankle monitor or ankle cuff.”
Lane scowls again but says, “Ankle monitor.” He picks up his biscuit and throws it at me, hitting me in the middle of my forehead. “You’re a dick.”
I scoop up the bread and take a hearty bite, making him bark a laugh. “So I’ve heard.”
Twenty-Five
Ryell
“Alright,”I tell one of my assistants as I look at the wisdom teeth I just pulled, ensuring I have all the pieces, especially the roots. “Pack his sockets and have his escort come back to sit with them until anesthesia wears off.” She nods, and I look at my nurse. “Hang out here until he’s fully conscious.”
“You got it, doc,” she says and goes around to the monitors to take her notes.
As I’m walking down the hallway back to my office, I pull out my phone and bring up the camera app so I can check on Lane.
Before I abducted him, I never carried my phone on the floor, instead leaving it in my office desk drawer and checking messages or calls when I finished my work for the day.
Now that I have him, I like being able to look at him when I want.
Right now, he’s in the kitchen, cooking. I’ll be off in about thirty minutes, and for the past week, Lane has had dinner ready as soon as I walked through the door. It’s all so domestic, so tame.
I can’t get enough.
I watch him move around the kitchen in his pretty panties, the thong he has on barely cupping his cock and balls. He looksfucking delicious. I hurry to my office so my staff doesn’t see my dick growing in my scrubs.
When I push through my office door, I see I have a guest sitting behind my desk.
And he has my sketch pad in his hands, flipping through my drawings of Lane.
Jacob looks up at me, a half-smile on his face. “Wow, you’re good, Ry. I didn’t think?—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I’ve rounded the desk and pulled him to his feet by his collar, shoving him against the wall behind my desk.
“You donotget to see Lane like that.” I shake Jacob hard enough to rattle his teeth, but he looks completely unphased. “Those aren’t for you.”
