“No.” He latched onto her nipple, sucking. Hard. She groaned.
“Please. I want to hold you.”
“No. I’m keeping you tied to my bed all day.” He ran his tongue over her nipple. She shuddered. Felt so good.
“While that sounds nice, there’s a few problems with that.”
“I’ll let you up to pee,” he told her.
“So kind of you,” she said dryly. “But remember we’ve got people coming over later?”
“They can all fuck off,” he muttered. “I don’t want people coming here.”
“Duke, we can’t hide here forever,” she told him gently. “We have to get back to work. You need to go back to the club. Your friends miss you.”
With a groan, he lay on his back and placed his arm over his eyes. “Fuck it. Fine. You get your way this time. But I’m spanking your ass later.”
“What? Why?”
“In exchange for me letting you out of my bed. You have to be punished for that.” He quickly undid the handcuffs he’d somehow managed to sneak around her wrists while she was sleeping.
Sneaky.
“All right then. I guess I’ll submit to a spanking.” She sighed exaggeratedly, knowing he wasn’t being serious. Oh, he’d likely spank her tonight.
But it would be one they’d both enjoy.
* * *
Sunny laid the food out on the outside table, glancing over at Duke as he manned the grill. Most of the guys were here already, sitting on the porch and drinking beers. Duke laughed at something Ink said to him, looking more relaxed that she’d seen him in ages. Having his friends over had been a good idea.
Of course, the blow job she’d given him earlier might have helped. Or maybe it was the spanking he’d delivered to her ass. She had to bite back a smile. She might not be sitting comfortably this afternoon, but it was totally worth it.
She just wished that Jewel could have joined them for dinner. She’d said she had something going on, although her excuse felt kind of weak.
“Hey, Sunny,” Razor called out, stepping onto the porch. He walked over and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to kiss her cheek, ignoring Duke’s possessive growl.
“Hey, Razor. Want a beer?” She moved towards the beer fridge Duke had installed out here, but Razor tightened his hold.
“Not yet, sweets. Hey, Duke. There’s a guy next door at Sunny’s place. Skinny, brown hair, wearing a suit,” Razor’s voice held disbelief. But then it was a Sunday and eighty-two degrees out.
She stiffened in his hold, having a fair idea of who that could be.
“That right?” Duke met her gaze questioningly.
“Sounds like Greg,” she said to him.
“Your ex?” Ink asked, standing up.
Jason moved to take over the grill. Duke stepped towards her and held out his hand. She slipped her hand into his much larger one as he led her through the house. She gave him a surprised look. She’d half-expected him to tell her to wait there while he checked things out.
“So long as you’ve got back-up and don’t get close to him, I’ll let you take the lead,” he told her, obviously spotting her disbelief.
She was aware
of all the guys, except Jason, following them.
She’d decided to put her house on the market. There was no point in keeping two houses. She’d get the equity out and use it to help Duke pay his mortgage. Not that he knew that yet.