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Ian Taggart yawned like a tired lion, his arm tightening around his wife as he made no move to get up off the couch.
“You might have mentioned that,” Sebastian replied.
“And take all the fun out of it?” Big Tag let his eyes drift closed again.
“Well, it certainly could have shortened the job,” Sebastian shot back.
“More than one job to be done, Lowe,” he said cryptically. “I suppose you’ll want to move out now, Tiffany. It’s okay. Sean and I have a backup plan. Javier can move in with Lowe and Tiffany can have the single. It should be fun for you, Lowe. I hear Javi brings a new woman home with him every night.”
Sebastian’s arm tightened around her shoulders. “I think I’m fine with the living arrangements. Tiffany and I are doing quite well. What do you say, sweetheart?”
He looked down at her, his jaw tight again as though he was worried about her answer. She gave him what she hoped was a brilliant smile.
“I’m perfectly happy with the living arrangements, Master.” She breathed an inward sigh of relief. They still had some time. They had weeks until the soft open.
She had weeks to figure out how to open him up, how to get him to see she could be a partner for him.
“Then my job here is done,” Big Tag said.
Charlotte’s hand came up, gently hitting her husband in the chest. “Don’t call the police. I can handle it. Get me a nail gun.”
Big Tag’s lips curled up. “She talks in her sleep. She says the sweetest things. Here’s your nail gun, baby. Take him out.”
“Fucker thinks he can come into my house.” Charlotte snuggled closer to her husband.
They had an interesting relationship.
“You want to play or are you ready to head home?” Sebastian asked.
She was suddenly more than ready to be alone with him. “Home.”
She so loved the sound of that.
Chapter Nine
Sebastian slid the key out and opened the door, surprised at how happy he was to be back here. This apartment had rapidly become more comfortable than his own home, perhaps because of Grace Taggart’s feminine touch with decorating, or more likely because of the way Tiffany looked curled up on the couch.
He’d almost lost her. “Losing her” might be hyperbolic, but they were the first words that had gone through his mind when he’d realized there was no more reason for them to stay together.
Except that they wanted to.
“Would you like a glass of wine, Sebastian? I think we still have the Pinot Noir from last night,” she said as she breezed through. “If you’re hungry, I could make you a sandwich.”
He was hungry. So fucking hungry. “I would prefer it if you would remove your clothing and lie on your bed and wait for me. I’ll join you in a moment.”
Her eyes widened. “You don’t want to talk about what happened tonight?”
He wasn’t sure why they would need to talk about it, but she did have needs he didn’t quite understand. “If you want to discuss the fact that we didn’t immediately recognize the problem with Milo and Gina, we certainly can do that, but you can’t be upset with yourself. It wasn’t until I sat down with the man and truly started talking to him that I realized it. Seeing him among my peers pointed out certain aspects of his personality that were incompatible with having a sexually Dominant nature.”
“I wasn’t talking about that,” she admitted. “I was talking about the fact that Master Ian did know we weren’t the right teachers for them and he still put us in an awkward position. Then he said something about having more than one problem to solve. I think he was talking about us.”
Only because Master Ian was a horrible meddler when it came to the people around him. “Yes, I suspect he was attempting to play matchmaker. And it worked. Now go and get naked so I can enjoy the fruits of his plotting.”
“You’re not angry?”
“Well, I’m getting annoyed because I didn’t get a chance to play with my sub tonight and now it seems like she wants to psychoanalyze me when all I really want to do is get my mouth on her pussy.” That was about as baldly as he could put it, but sometimes she needed that ruthless honesty. It wasn’t anything he ever would have said to her before they’d started a sexual relationship, but she should get used to him using dirty talk around her.
God knew he thought about her all the time. The dirty talk wasn’t what bothered him. The other thoughts that ran through his head did.
