Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“That’s right.” Cohen went back to stroking my chest and I almost asked if he’d forgotten he said we were going upstairs, but as he started to speak, I realized he was still running through everything in his head. “And if you want to explore being more dominant when we’re together tonight, that’s fine too. I already said I don’t have any issue with bottoming for you.”
He’d said it wasn’t what he craved when he was thinking about sex, but he liked it in general. It was sweet, but Ian had already hinted on more than one occasion that he was a total bottom. So I was sure there would be enough flexibility for tonight.
“I’ll remember. But, Sir, I want tonight to be about Ian and me submitting to you. It’s what he wants too.” He’d nearly needed to get Lane to make him a slushy to get the fantasy out, but one strong shot had done the trick.
Cohen chuckled and pinched my nipples. “Did you have to give him a heart attack to get the words out?”
Almost.
“No, but he did take a long lunch break the other day.” Eli seemed to be able to find anything at work. I was pretty sure there was a closet with a doorway to a pocket dimension where he just kept weird shit.
Laughing quietly, Cohen shook his head. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to say good job or fuss at you for getting him drunk at work.”
I scoffed. “The way they suck down slushes, one drink did not make him drunk at work.”
Cohen had to think about that for a second before nodding. “You’re probably right.”
But as he relaxed his hold and stepped back, he spanked my ass. “But really…when he was at work, pup?”
Giggling, I nodded. “Eli helped, so it’s basically like his boss okayed the whole thing.”
Shaking his head, Cohen took my hand and led me out of the playroom and upstairs, probably hoping to distract me from all the toys and his teasing promise of my surprise. It almost worked, but my brain could obsess over several things at the same time.
When we got upstairs, we started silently getting everything ready as Ian hummed to himself in the bathroom. Just hearing him made me grin and I caught Cohen giving the bathroom door a sweet smile, so I knew he was thinking about our boy too.
I’d hidden the small candles around the room already, so it didn’t take us long to pull them out and light them. The bedding had already been switched out for decadent sheets that felt erotic against naked skin…I knew because I’d wanted to make sure Ian would love them. But for sleeping, they weren’t practical.
The damned things were slippery.
But sexy.
Cohen gave me a soft kiss and smiled as he studied the room. “It looks perfect, pup.”
And it looked like we were almost out of time…the shower had turned off.
Our boy was ready.
Chapter 12
Ian
I was ready.
I was ready.
I was ready.
What the fuck was Cohen doing out there? It sounded like a herd of elephants clomping around his bedroom.
God, if Emerson had shown up for some reason, I was going to kill him.
Was I supposed to stay naked?
Shit.
Why hadn’t I asked that?
Hell, even if Emerson were out there, he’d have found a reason to be naked, so it probably didn’t matter.
Taking another deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to find my submissive side because I was afraid it’d escaped in the excitement and nerves.
What was Cohen planning?
He’d definitely been my Dom when he’d given me a sexy kiss and popped my ass on the way up the stairs, but nothing we’d teased about over dinner had given me a clue about what he wanted for the rest of the night.
I’d almost messaged Bishop to ask him if he knew what Cohen was up to, but I wasn’t sure if he was still driving, and I hadn’t wanted to distract him.
As I took another deep breath, I thought about Daddy holding me tight while Cohen stroked my head. I imagined Daddy kneeling with me in front of Cohen. I pictured Cohen standing over me, flogger in hand, looking strong and loving.
Tingles of emotion and excitement spread through me and I sighed and whispered softly. “Found you.”
Ready, I opened my eyes. “Sir? I’m ready. Should I come out or do you have more instructions for me?”
When in doubt…ask.
There was silence for several seconds from the room until I heard more rustling. What was he doing? Cohen was never that noisy, but asking him why he was being so loud seemed rude or like a bad idea at the very least.
Before I broke and my nosiness got the best of me, Cohen spoke from the other side of the door. “As much as I want to dress you up in something pretty just so I can strip it off you, I’ll wait for that until we do your fashion show.”