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I was fine with those rules. I didn’t mind the protective measures so much, since they weren’t restrictive. He didn’t try telling me what to or not to do. He essentially only requested that he always be in the loop and that I gave him the room to ensure I was safe. I could agree to that.
I cast my mostly silent guard a sideways glance. “Jesus, Duke, do you ever shut up?”
He gave me a droll look, but there was a tiny gleam of humor in his eyes.
I smiled. “Don’t think I don’t know that you like me.”
He slightly shook his head, going for exasperated, but it was spoiled by how his mouth kicked up just a little.
Finally, the elevator slowed to a smooth halt, and the doors then glided open.Duke handed me my duffel and then gave me a nod.
Knowing from prior experience that he’d head off to do his own thing since I’d be staying with Danton overnight, I said, “Enjoy your evening.”
He only grunted.
I couldn’t help but grin. “Have you always been a social butterfly?”
Another droll look and twitch of his lips.
Snickering, I stepped out of the elevator and straight into the small entryway, my heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. The first time Danton had invited me over, I’d waited for himright here, not comfortable with the idea of casually breezing around an apartment that wasn’t mine in search of him.
He’d gotten all stern and frowny about it, insisting I should feel at ease with treating it as if it were my own home. He didn’t quite get why I found it awkward. It was that whole empathy struggle at work.
Walking into the living area, I saw no sign of him. But I could hear his muffled voice coming from somewhere within the apartment. Since I could hear no others, I guessed he was on the phone.
I set my duffel down near the sofa and then followed the sound of his voice, strolling along what I’d learned was rare imported flooring. In an apartment this upscale, I would have expected to find antiques, paintings, and other artwork. Not in this case. Danton liked luxury—a lot of his furnishings were custom made—but he wouldn’t buy pretty stuff and collectibles for the sake of it.
I found him in his home office, lounging in his leather desk chair while speaking into his phone. Like every other room, the office was spacious, neat, and smelled of the floral reed diffusers.
His gaze snapped to me and instantly warmed. His eyes boldly did a swift, intense sweep of my entire body from head to toe, taking in every detail. Without pausing his conversation, he angled his chair to fully face me and crooked his finger.
I had no idea how he managed to make such a move sexy, but he did. Then again, his alpha-laced arrogance was one of the qualities that upped his level of hotness. He just worked it.
As I crossed to him, he patted one of his thighs. The moment I sat, his mouth took mine in a brief, quiet kiss before he went back to his conversation. His free hand slid up my back and settled on my nape, warm and possessive.
I shifted slightly, making myself comfortable. He’d done this a couple of times before; urged me to sit with him while he finished a call. I guessed that he only did so when said call concerned his legal dealings, because I never heard anything that could be branded incriminating.
The glass, executive desk wasn’t all that different from the one in the private room at the Vault. When I’d noted that, he’d said, “Why do you think I so often fucked you in that room? It was as close as I could get to taking you right here in my office. Until now.”
Then he’d stripped me bare and fucked me on his desk. It had been glorious.
We planned to go to the Vault tomorrow evening for the first time in over a month. I was looking forward to it. We didn’tneedthe added spice of it anymore. Playing right here in his home was just as pleasurable. But I suspected we’d always enjoy an evening at the club and make use of the private rooms there.
My friends would also be at the Vault tomorrow night. Though they were somewhat miffed at Danton for taking his sweet time in making the jump from casual to more, they were supportive of our … God, it felt weird saying ‘relationship.’ It was something I never thought I’d have with him.
Having finally finished his call, Danton placed his phone on the desk and then switched his full attention to me. His dark eyes locked with mine. “You’re late.”
I blinked at the soft admonishment. “What a warm welcome. I’m charmed.”
His mouth quirked. “What was with the hold-up?”
“I was working. As were you, apparently, so I don’t see what difference it makes that I only just arrived.”
He ghosted his hand over my knee up and my thigh. “Thirty minutes makes a big difference.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like you were sat here twiddling your thumbs, expecting me to walk through the door any second. I notified you by text that I’d be half an hour late.”
“I had plans. Now I can’t follow through with them.”
