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It would appear this is just as difficult for him as it’s been for me.
We didn’t discuss a detailed plan in the few minutes we had to confer outside Bellamy’s office, but so far, we’ve done a good job of following each other’s lead.
“We’ll be over here when you’re ready to continue,” I say, taking mine and Bellamy’s drinks to the sitting area.
I sit on the sofa in front of her, and hand her the glass. She takes it and sips. “Thank you, Sir.”
I put a hand on her bare shoulder and smile when she looks up at me. “I’ll ask you the same question. Are you still OK?”
Her features light up, and the pure joy makes me tense up at the possibility of having to break her heart when this doesn’t last.
“This is wonderful,” she says, setting her scotch aside and turning to face me straight on. “I know it’s early and there are so many things that could go wrong. But for right now, I just want to enjoy this.”
At least she’s not walking around with the delusion that this affair is going to last forever. We’re having a good time today. Even with my awkward feelings, I can admit that. But we’re all aware that reality will rear its ugly head again soon.
Owen joins us before I can respond and sits next to me on the sofa.
“What shall we do with her now?” I ask, trying to squash the painful feelings, and lighten the mood.
Owen juts his chin toward the massive flat screen hanging on the wall. “Probably a ballgame or something we could watch. Give her a little break.”
There’s the slightest shift in her demeanor at the mention of sports. Disappointment? I’m not sure.
“This is new for her. A break might be good,” I agree, reaching for the remote on the side table.
Now she sticks her bottom lip out in a full-on pout.
“What’s the matter, little vixen? You want to keep playing?”
She grins. “Yes please. I don’t need a break, I promise.”
Owen laughs and leans down to tangle his fingers in her hair. “And do you get to decide when we take a break?”
Another pout as she shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He keeps his hand in her hair, and she winces in pain when he tightens his grip while he turns to me. “Any news from London?”
I shake my head. “Nothing but some updates on my brother.”
“How is Gabe?” Bellamy asks, softly, as Owen lets go of her curls.
“Still the same. No decisions have been made yet. Mother is having a specialist come in and give his expert opinion first.”
It’s hard talking about this with them, but I want to be open with her. Still, now isn’t the time for these emotions, so I don’t elaborate further, as I reach out and pet her hair.
Counting on Owen to follow my lead, I cup her cheek and drag my thumb down the silky skin. “Go into your bedroom and wait there, little vixen.”
This time, she doesn’t turn to Owen for approval before following my order. As she moves to get up, Owen stops her. “Crawl for us, love.”
When she shifts to all fours and turns away from us, I am instantly hard again at the sight of her bare ass wiggling as she crawls to her room.
I take a long drink and watch as she kicks the bedroom door shut with her foot. “Is she always this relaxed when she plays? I’ve not seen her so calm since she came to London five weeks ago.”
Owen shifts to face me more. “Submission and subspace are where she finds peace instantly. Especially in stressful situations. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her this relaxed, though.”
That’s what I was afraid of. I drag a hand through my hair. “I don’t want to completely break her when this has to end.”
