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“I’d like to visit my club. Do you need the address?”
“No, sir. I already have all of your favorite haunts programmed into the navigation system. Tell Miley we should be secure. Seth did an electronic upgrade to the security system and tomorrow while you two are at your office, we’ll finish up at the house and then hit the club.”
“Thanks, Brock,” he said, stepping inside the SUV. “I had two corsets and matching thongs delivered to the club this afternoon. You’ll find a locker with your name on it.”
“I’d prefer to head back to your house. It’s easier for us to protect you there until we get everything upgraded and in place.”
“I’m not going to allow you to completely disrupt my life. Besides, it would raise eyebrows if I didn’t head to the Carriage House. I spend most of my evenings there. If the club was open tonight, I’d be expected to show off my new sub, but as it isn’t, you and your team can spend some time getting to know the layout while I catch up on some paperwork.”
Miley groaned and leaned back against the seat. “Fine.”
“That’s the last time I want to hear that word from you. I know it isn’t what you want to hear, much less do, but I’m tired of you using that word in such a derisive manner.”
“I thought it sounded better than ‘whatever,’” she said in her best imitation of a bored teenager.
That made him laugh. “Why, Miley Stuart, I do think you have a bit of a brat in you.”
“What’s the matter, tough guy, afraid you can’t handle me?”
“Not at all. I like a challenge, and I’ve always wanted to tame a brat to my hand.”
Not the answer she’d expected. She’d thought he’d probably laugh at the ‘whatever,’ but she didn’t think he’d be so quick to pick up and counter some of her defenses. She did not want to be on his good side. Oh, she wanted to have sex with him—at least she was going to be honest about that, and he was supposed to be good with a flogger, which would certainly help with her stress, but she was becoming decidedly uncomfortable with his cute, touchy-feely responses.
She needed to make him understand this was all for show and while they could enjoy the time they spent with each other, once the threat from Frannie was eliminated, she was on the first plane back to Chicago.
“We need to talk when we get to the club,” she said, hating how her voice sounded like she was scolding him.
“I can make that happen.”
They pulled up to the VIP entrance at the back of the club, and once again, Jimmy hopped out and opened their door. The club was closed so the bouncer who usually stood outside the entrance was not there.
She had barely made it to the entrance before Knox hauled her close, leaned down, put his shoulder into her middle and hoisted her over it, making her squeal. She was, to say the least, shocked. Nobody had ever thrown her over his shoulder.
“Put me down,” she ordered.
“Not on your life. This is my club, and in my club, I am the alpha Dom and you are my sweet sub.”
“Put me down, Sir,” she growled.
“I think not, and before you think to do something to force that, remember we are in my club. No way of telling at this point who might or might not be talking to Frannie so in this club, if nowhere else, you will play your part.”
He laid his hand lightly on her ass and carried her across the wide marble foyer, past the reception area and into a private elevator with a security access keypad. Once inside and with the door closed, he set her on her feet.
“Damn it, Knox…” she sputtered.
“I think I know a better way to keep your mouth out of trouble. I’ll give it something else to do.”
He lowered his head, capturing her mouth with his in a fiery kiss. His tongue plunged past her lips, and Miley realized this was not a kiss of seduction, but one of domination and conquest. His tongue tangled with hers as he hauled her against his muscular body, allowing his hard cock—a cock she remembered all too well—to throb between them. Her resistance was token at best. Damon Knox not only knew how to wield a flogger, use a violet wand and fuck, the man knew how to kiss.
His hand fisted her hair, pulling and angling her head so he had better access and more control. Miley could feel everything in her wanting to yield. His kisses were carnal and wildly arousing. Her nipples beaded and pressed against the front of the thin silk fabric of her dress, and she worried that the desire that was pooling in her pussy would start to run down her thighs and might somehow stain the dress.
“Sir, please,” she managed to gasp.
“Please what? Stop? Not unless you use your safeword.”
“Damon…”
He lifted his head and stared down at her, lust riding them both hard. “I don’t believe my first name is your safeword, sweetheart.”
