Page 296 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Think you can live by those rules while we figure out the shape of our future together?”
“I can, Sir.”
“On Monday, we’ll make it formal. Sign the contract in front of Logan and Emily, if you’re okay with that.” He taps the hollow of my throat just below my collar with his forefinger. “I have something I’d like to add to your collar. You’ll tell me if it’s too much.”
I can’t imagine what Mac might give me that would be too much. He’s not a “too much” kind of guy. He keeps hitting it just right. Like the freaking Goldilocks of Doms.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You seemed good being with me at the club today. Any concerns about that?”
“You mean resigning? I have that meeting with Chess on Saturday.”
“I meant how you felt about being at the club but not being a house submissive. Any weirdness?”
I remember Theo’s discomfort at dinner. Then I shake my head firmly. Whatever weirdness there is will be from the Doms, not from me. “All good, Sir.”
“Logan’s asked me to join. Help him manage the house subs. I’d like to, but only if you’ll feel comfortable at the club as my submissive.”
He’s including me in his decision? That warmth blossoms in my chest again. “I’ll be fine, Sir. No issues from me. How will you feel about it, knowing I used to scene with the other Doms?”
“I’ll do my best to keep my head outta my ass.” He kisses my forehead again. “You willing to work through it with me? I don’t want to do this without you. I need my snuggleslut.”
He has me. “I’m all yours, Sir.”
fourteen
MAC
She’s mine,this beautiful girl, sleeping in the crook of my arm. She probably didn’t mean those words the way I took them, but I am taking them.
She’smine.
I trace her sleep-softened features with my eyes in the dim light from the bathroom and feel again that swelling, crushing sensation of my heart lying outside my chest. This girl could fuck me over so easily. I’ve opened myself to her too much, too fast. I’ve clung to her like a lifeline because I’ve been adrift, coming out of the service, finally ending my marriage, seeing the wreck my daughter’s making of her life. But I’m not reversing course. Bren’s given herself to me and I’m keeping her.
When my phone beeps softly, I wake her, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “Rise and shine, my dirty girl.”
She cracks open one eye. Slams it closed again. But her lips quirk like she’s fighting a grin. “What unholy time is it?”
“Seven thirty. I let you sleep in.”
“For a whole thirty minutes,” she grouses without opening her eyes.
“I want to go over to Logan’s and make everyone breakfast, then work out. Come box with me, my little badass.”
She lets out a gusty sigh. “Naked.”
“Naked boxing?”
She stops fighting it and lets that cocky grin spread across her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“I suppose you’re angling for orgasms?”
“Would I?”
She would. And since she’s mine and there’s nothing better than claiming what’s mine, I roll her over and bang her into the mattress before dragging her to Logan’s without letting her shower.
We leave through the front door of the shop since, despite the hour, Nicky’s already got the lights on and the shutter up. He’s sitting with a client on one of the couches in the reception area, flipping through Brenna’s design book spread on the coffee table in front of them. Bren gives them a wave as we pass but doesn’t interrupt.
