Chapter Twenty-One
ROPES AND WHIPS AND HANDCUFFS
Kenzie
It’s quitepossible that I’m going to fall in love with two Abbotts. Celia is a doll, and I’ve already inducted her into our circle with promises for lunch soon. Even Ella and Piper seemed to like her, and it’s not often we meet someone all three of us approve of.
After sharing a few drinks and laughing over shared stories, Bentley and I finally say goodbye to our guests. It’s getting late, but I’m not at all tired when he locks the door after seeing Celia out.
When he turns around, I’m leaning against the banister. He prowls toward me, his hands reaching for me before he’s even close.
My pussy immediately perks up, but instead of whisking me into his arms and taking me to the bedroom, Bentley bends down and whispers in my ear. “In all your sleuthing, did you find the roof patio?”
I pull back with wide eyes. “Excuse me? Where is this glorious-sounding place?”
He takes my hand and guides me toward the opposite side of the house. I know there are a few bedrooms, a secondary staircase, and an unused office, or possibly an old library, but I’ve never seen a door to the outside.
We go into the office, and he grins back at me. “Ready for this?”
I give him an “are you kidding me?” look, and he laughs.
“Follow me.” Bentley pushes against one of the shelves, and the wood makes a clicking noise before popping open.
He slides the shelf out of the way and reveals a small room that’s nearly empty. Only one bookcase remains with a couple of small boxes on it.
“Um, why aren’t you using this space? You could knock out another wall and make it a secret sex room. Oh, my God. We have to do that. I know you’re a kinky fucker. Don’t tell me the idea doesn’t intrigue you,” I say, already picturing all of the toys this man could destroy me with.
His head shakes, but there’s an interest in his lightening eyes. “We already have a sex room. It’s called the bedroom.”
“But it doesn’t have ropes and whips and handcuffs and…”
Bentley’s mouth covers mine and shuts me right up. “Do you want to see the patio or not?”
I nod, my nose brushing against his since he hasn’t backed away.
“Good choice.”
When Bentley takes a step forward, I finally see a steel rung ladder secured to the wall, and my eyes follow it up to find a trap door that’s already open.
I eye him suspiciously while fighting a huge grin. “What are you up to, Mr. Abbott?”
He smacks my ass. “Go on up and find out.”
Not needing to be told twice, I file away my plans for a sex room and grab on to the ladder. Bentley’s right behind me, and I pause before I get to the top. His head bumps into my ass and he bites down. Hard.
I look back and wink. “Like I said, kinky fucker.”
I swear he mutters something that sounds a lot like “I’ll show you kinky fucker,” but instead of focusing on him any longer, I pay attention to making sure I don’t fall back down the ladder as I climb out the top.
When I stand up and have my feet firmly planted on concrete, I look around and cover my mouth in a gasp. There are tiny lights strung around the square space, an oversized lounge couch, and a small propane firepit.
On my second sweep, I see a circular table next to the sofa, and there’s a tray of strawberries and chocolate sitting there.
Bentley’s arms wrap around my waist. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m in shock. Did you do all this?” I ask, still soaking in the little slice of heaven he’s been hiding from me.
“I did the little stuff, but I paid the delivery company to get the couch up here while we were at work. I thought it would be a good place to come and unwind.”