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“I don’t want there to be anything hanging over our heads,” he said quietly.
That made me look up at him, and I found him watching me.
“I gotta talk to my mom,” he whispered.
I swallowed and nodded once. I was going to do everything in my power to handle that talk for him. Christine could say whatever the fuck she wanted to me, as long as Noa didn’t hear it.
She could be extremely unfair to him, and it infuriated me every time.
“We’ll decide a day tomorrow. How’s that?”
He nodded against the pillow and wriggled his bottom. “Can you blow on my booty?”
I chuckled under my breath and scooped up more oil. “Of course.”
As the oil melted, I blew cool air across his bruised skin in soft puffs, causing him to shiver and squirm. Same reaction every time. This was undoubtedly his favorite part of aftercare. When Daddy blew on his little booty.
“Ohhhhh, that feels so good,” Noa groaned. “If you do it over my opening, is that a blowhole?”
I coughed—hell, so did Lucian too, and we couldn’t help but laugh.
Cam tossed us a wry smirk. “Air has to come out of the hole for that.”
Oh, for the?—
“Cam,” Lucian groaned.
Noa clenched his butt, gearing up to make a stink, and I’d never moved away from him faster.
CHAPTER 10
Back then
Lucian Leroux
“We’re gonna have to schedule that in after I come back from Germany, Bill,” I said, trapping the phone between my shoulder and cheek. “Speaking of which, I need your two cents on the Frankfurt people. It’ll be my first ride with international bankers, and I’ve heard they’re in a league all on their own.”
I could admit I was a little nervous, all while I could not be more determined. My first promotion at Turner and Gamble—I wasn’t gonna fuck this up. I finally had my own office, an actual assistant, and?—
He wasn’t doing his job if I just heard three sharp knocks on the door.
A beat later, KC barged in, with my assistant in tow.
“I’m sorry, sir, he wouldn’t wait.”
Goddammit. Something had to be very wrong for KC to storm in here. I had to cut Bill off, from a ramble of advice I sorely needed, and I gave a dismissive wave to Ola, who left hurriedly and closed the door.
As soon as I put the phone down, KC blurted out, “I broke up with her.”
Pardon?
“She never went to visit her mother,” he went on, heated, and started pacing in front of my desk. “She drove up to Atlantic City and lost two thousand fucking dollars at the craps table.”
My eyebrows flew up.
He tugged at his tie and shrugged out of his suit jacket. “And the thing is, this isn’t an isolated incident. I mean, she’s liked her scratchers from way before I met her, but that seemed innocent—you know?” He faced me suddenly, as if he genuinely wanted my input. “So…is it still innocent if she’s downplaying how much she gambles? The woman goes to the track too. She said it makes her feel closer to her old man because they used to do that together.”
“All right,” I said abruptly and gestured to one of the chairs. He was going to keep ranting without direction if I didn’t intervene. “Please sit down and take it from the beginning. I do remember you telling me Christine was going to visit her mother.”
