But she ended the heated embrace and slid out of the booth, taking his salacious thoughts with her. “Two minutes and I’ll be ready to go.” She glanced back at her laptop. “Maybe Internado will wait if he’s getting his vehicle serviced.”
“Let’s hope so. No matter what, I’ve got your back, babe. No one is going to hurt my woman. If he tries, he gets a bullet to the head.”
She spun around. “Oh, God, no! You can’t kill him.”
Pushing out of the booth, he shouldered his satchel. “I wasn’t trained to hit him in the foot.”
“If he did murder two people, he has to pay for his crimes. If he dies, the truth dies with him.”
Though he didn’t like her strategy, he stayed silent.
THAT EVENING, Mr. Black admired Mrs. Black as she modeled her black, lace-up latex romper with black, leather thigh-high boots.
“You like?”
“You’re so damn hot. I am pleased to see the girls aren’t on full display this evening.”
“Internado doesn’t get to see my tits.”
“You read my mind.”
She ran her fingers down his back and cupped his tight ass. “You’re damn hot yourself.”
Dressed in all black, Maverick collected their masks.
“A kiss for luck.” Carly pressed her mouth to his and warmth flooded his chest.
“I love you, Carly, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I love you, too, Ash, and I won’t let anything happen to you, either.”
At a traffic light a block from Greta’s, they tied on their masks.
Moments later, Greta welcomed them into her townhome. “Tonight, the fun happens downstairs in my dungeon. The same rules apply. No is no. Alcohol is permitted, but if my bartender thinks you’ve had too much, he’ll cut you off and I’ll call a car service to drive you home.”
“Understood,” Carly replied.
“Penetration is optional. Condoms are not. It’s wilder downstairs. I hope you find this group more to your liking.” She escorted them to the basement door, punched in the code, and they descended.
Once in the dungeon, he took in the large space. Faux candles bathed the room in flickering light, the smell of vanilla filled his nostrils. Total nudity was more prevalent here and most of the members were participating, rather than watching.
There was a foursome on the futon in the corner, their naked bodies grinding and pumping in an erotic rhythm. Across the room, a naked woman lay on a bondage bed while a man in leather pants secured her with rope. His skillful performance had garnered a small audience. Off to the side, a man wearing a black kilt pleasured a blindfolded woman, her naked body strapped to a St. Andrews cross.
Maverick wasn’t aroused, nor did he care about the kink. Tonight, he’d come prepared to complete a job. As his focus roamed from one masked person to the next, his chest tightened. Internado wasn’t amongst them. When he spied a closed door off to the side, he squeezed Carly’s hand. She followed his gaze. “Patience,” she whispered and kissed him.
He stroked her ass. Her soft moans and deepening kiss had him clutching her tighter.
She slowed the kiss and whispered, “He’s exiting that private room.” With her eyes fixed on Maverick’s, she unfastened a button on his shirt. And then another. She pressed her mouth to his heated chest and kissed his pecs.
“Three seconds out,” he whispered.
As he strutted over, Internado’s naked paunch protruded over his black leather pants. Once again, he wore the fake beard, stache, and toupee, his eyes framed by a black mask. “Hello, Mrs. Black.” He didn’t even throw a glance Maverick’s way.
She stopped kissing Maverick and peered at him. “Oh, hey. Hiya.” She shot him a cool smile. “I remember you from last time.”
A stone-faced Maverick fought the urge to land a right hook on Internado’s jaw. His protective instinct had him threading his hand around Carly’s waist and pulling her close.
Two women sauntered out of the same room and joined them. Their leather bondage attire left nothing to the imagination. As far as Maverick was concerned, they’d be more comfortable if they ditched the harnesses and walked around buck naked. He acknowledged the women with a nod.
