Page 271 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
Why didn’tanyone ever clue me in to the fact a motorcycle is basically a giant vibrator? I feel like the universe has been keeping secrets from me. Mac might not be aware of it—or he might be, because he’s a fucking mind-reading Dom—but he’s been edging me with his damn bike for three days. The last time I was this horny was the club auction, and I think our ride might just beat that.
Still, I’m grateful when we finally cruise to a stop in front of my shop and Mac turns off the engine. To be stimulated for such a long time is as exhausting as it is exhilarating. Between the edging and the flogging two days ago, and the abrasion scene last night, and what feels like non-stop buttsex, I’m raw and shaky and I need another soak in salty water.
And because he’s a fucking mind-reading Dom, my Sir says, “I want you to go up and take a bath with Epsom salts before you try to work, girl. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir.” I swing off the bike on my noodle legs. Mac catches my elbow and holds me until I’m steady. Then he unbuckles myhelmet and slides it into his saddle bag before he unclips my duffle and hands it to me.
“Gimme a kiss, girl. I’m going to drive back to my apartment and drop off the bike, get a shower and some fresh clothes, then I’ll be back. Three hours, tops.”
I lean in, give him a deep kiss, and hug him hard. “I might need a Beck and Call Dom by then, Sir.”
“You’ll have one. If I pick up some groceries on the way back, how about I make my world-famous firecracker chicken for dinner? I’ll take you out again tomorrow night, but I’ve got a taste for home cooking tonight.”
“I’d love that, Sir. And you don’t have to take me out every night.”
He sweeps me onto the bike in front of him and kisses me again. “There are a lotta dates in your future, girl. I want to show off my beautiful girl to the whole City.”
He’s killing me. How am I supposed to keep any freaking perspective on what’s going on between us when he says this shit?
“Thank you, Sir. Do you still want to come to kickboxing with me tonight? It’s okay if you don’t. I’m fine going by myself. I just need to let my teacher know.”
He takes my lower lip between his teeth and nips it. “I definitely want to come. Sweats okay and should I bring my own gloves?”
“Yes and yes, unless you want your hands smelling like someone else’s sweat. Kru disinfects them after every class, but the gloves at the gym make your hands stink.”
Mac chuckles and kisses me before pushing me, gently, off the bike and starting it up. “See you in a couple of hours, girl. Behave yourself.”
I can’t help myself. “Or, Sir?”
“Or we’ll see if you can kickbox with the big plug in.”
I definitely can’t. I gulp.
Mac gives me a heart-stoppingly wicked grin before kicking up the side stand and rolling off down the street. Like an idiot, I stand there and watch him go. I give him a little wave as he turns the corner out of sight.
Nicky’s already opened the shop. Jules is manning the desk and after greeting her, I stick my hand through the curtain around his station to give Nicky a one-fingered salute as I head up to my apartment.
“Tea, woman!” he growls after me.
“Later,” I call over my shoulder. “I’ve been ordered to take a bath.”
Nicky’s laugh follows me down the hall. I poke my head briefly into my little office just to check the answering machine on the landline. No one calls on it, but it’s habit to check. No blinking light, so I head up and once I’m settled in soothing, salty, hot water, I call Ruby.
“I need an intervention,” I tell her.
She gives me her throaty laugh. “What’ve you done, little sis?”
“I spent three days with Mac. Full time. He controlled everything but my breathing. Sorry, I take that back. He controlled my breathing, too.”
“Oxygen deprivation fuck with your head?”
“I asked if I could call him my Sir.”
Ruby’s silent for a moment. She knows this is a big thing for me. “What’d he say?”
“He said ‘of course.’ Like he totally expected me to after knowing him for, like, two weeks.”
“Did he say it in an Edz-asshole way?”
