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“You’d do that?”
“Of course. If you’re interested in learning about kink, there’s no safer place than Braden Elliott’s club, a fact I will be all too happy to remind him of.”
“Thanks Cordelia. Seriously. For everything.”
“You’re welcome.” Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to Ivy’s forehead. “Come on, blossom. We need to get our boy home and get you both to bed.”
A tap to Ivy’s hip had the other woman sitting up, blinking owlishly at her surroundings. “Oh. Aria. You’re back. Did I fall asleep?”
Cordelia laughed. “You did. Which is why we’re going home, so you and Jacob can get some rest.”
“And you,” Ivy said, her attempt at looking and sounding firm somewhat ruined by her wide yawn.
“I’m not the one who just got flogged and fucked in front of everyone, but yes. And me.”
Rising to her feet, Ivy stretched and offered up a lopsided smile. “Night, Aria. Hope you had fun even if your uncles ruined it.”
“I did. See you guys tomorrow.”
They said their goodbyes and she was passed off to Ruby and Beckett, who insisted on not only driving her to the hotel but walking her to her room. With another round of goodbyes, she slipped inside, kicked off her shoes and fell face first onto the bed.
And slept like the dead.
Chapter 10
Killian
For the first time in months, maybe longer, he was actually looking forward to a social function. Granted, it helped that this particular social function didn’t require business deals signed in blood, but it helped more that he’d get to see his princess.
He’d already decided against waiting for dinner to take her out. As soon as the brunch ended, he was dragging her upstairs to the penthouse suite he’d rented out and he planned to make good use of the toys he’d purchased from Braden the night before.
Then he’d take her out, a nice dinner on the water at the restaurant he’d recently invested in and helped flip from a failing family enterprise to one of the most in-demand spots in town. Before taking her back to the hotel for a few more rounds in his bed.
At some point, he’d have to tell her who he really was. What he’d done, or at least as much of it as she needed to know.
But for now, he was enjoying just being a guy falling for a girl, and he planned to enjoy that feeling for as long as possible before his family business tainted the waters.
“Killian!”
Turning at the familiar voice, he grinned at the sight of Jacob waving at him from across the banquet hall. It was no secret he had a soft spot for Cordelia’s boy, and that the affection was very mutual, much to the Domme’s aggravation.
Finding his mystery princess could wait a moment longer, especially since he hadn’t made it to any of the wedding activities, so he changed directions to detour by their table.
“Cordelia, Ivy, Jacob. You’re all looking well.”
And they were, despite the late night at the club. Fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked, especially Ivy who blushed even harder as she shifted in her seat, making him wonder what kind of trouble she might have gotten into that morning.
“O’Rourke.” Cordelia tilted her head to the side, her emerald eyes raking over his face. “We missed you at the club last night. Work keep you away?”
His instinct was to lie. If he confessed to being at the club, she might put two and two together and realize who he’d spent his evening with.
Which put her a step ahead of him, since he still didn’t actually know who he’d spent his evening with.
But if he lied and she found out, she’d have even more reason to keep Jacob away from him, and that would never do. “I came by for a bit, but I went upstairs, had a drink. Wasn’t really in the mood for company.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she did in fact know who he’d spent his evening with. “Hmm. Well, you’re here now and my boy has been whining about not seeing you for nearly two weeks, so have a seat.”
“Cordelia.” Red flooded Jacob’s cheeks. “I have not been whining.”
