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“Of course,” Conor replies.
“See you in the morning, baby.” Liam gives me a kiss on the cheek too before Mikey seals his lips over mine and slips his tongue into my mouth while Conor holds onto me.
“Come on,” Shane says, pulling him away. “I thought you two were going to drink me under the table.”
“Oh yeah,” Mikey chuckles and the three of them head for the door.
“We won’t be on clean up duty when you get home, so don’t come anywhere near either of us if you’re going to puke. You got me?” Conor says to their backs and they all nod and mumble their agreement.
A few seconds later, they have left and closed the door behind them, leaving Conor and me alone. I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck. “Not that this isn’t a lovely surprise, but why do we need the house to ourselves?”
“Oh,” he flashes his eyebrows at me, “with everything that’s happened, I forgot to give you your punishment.”
“What punishment?” I breathe, feigning my innocence even as a wet heat rushes between my thighs.
He frowns at me. “For flirting with Sean O’Connor!”
“I did not flirt!” I insist.
“You smiled at him,” he reminds me.
“Smiling is not flirting!”
“Hmm.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “I think I’m going to have to torture a confession out of you, Jessie Ryan.”
I chew on my lip as I look up at him. This is the side of Conor I only see glimpses of. It’s terrifying and exciting all at the same time.
I take a deep breath. “You think we’re ready?”
“Yes,” he nods his head. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m just as happy to fuck you all night, Angel if that’s what you need?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I trust you completely.”
“Hmm.” He rubs a hand over his jaw and we start to walk toward his bedroom. “You say that now, but wait until you see what I have in store for you.” He chuckles darkly and I shiver.
“Have you got some of those jiggle balls, or something?” I grin at him, remembering the fun Shane and I had with them.
“Oh, Angel, they’re for amateurs,” he winks at me and I wonder what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.
When I walk into Conor’s room a moment later, my heart skips a beat when I see the things he has laid out on the bed.
“I wanted you to see everything,” he says softly as he guides me over to the bed.
I look at the array of equipment, floggers, a paddle, a butt plug with a beautiful green jewel on the base, leather cuffs and a blindfold. But the thing that intrigues me most are the lengths of chain. What the hell? “Where did you get all of this?” I ask as I reach down and stroke my fingertips over the soft leather of the flogger.
“Didn’t Shane tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“We just bought a chain of clubs. We have one here, London, Chicago, LA, Paris, and one in New York.”
“And what do sex toys have to do with your new clubs?”
“What do you think?” He grins at me.
“They’re sex clubs?” I gasp. “How did you not tell me about this?”
“I’m pretty sure they’re not called ‘sex clubs,’” he laughs. “Shane was going to tell you. I suppose he forgot with everything else going on.”
