Addie reached for the glass, but William was much too strong to wrestle it from. “Oh, I don’t know, probably for the same reason you’re here. Wait. Why are you here, again, William?”
So she’s pissed. That’s a good sign. William grabbed her by her wrist and flipped her around so that her back was to his stomach. Her mouth might be telling him she was pissed, but her body certainly wasn’t. “Because I need you, Addison. Because I’m a mess without you. But most of all because I love you, and I’m tired of hiding it.”
Addie couldn’t speak. It was just too much. She could feel every inch of his body on her. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, and she was quickly losing the will to fight. “William, please.”
William traced her ear with his tongue. “I’ve always liked when you beg. Just stop fighting it, Addison. Stop fighting us. Can’t you see you aren’t going to win? Let me make love to you, and we’ll sort the rest out later.”
Addie used one of the self-defense moves she’d learned to untangle herself and swiftly jabbed William in the ribs.
“You seriously think I’m that easy, do you, Mr. Hartman?”
William groaned and tried to pull himself upright. “It worked the first time, didn’t it?”
Addie deadpanned. “Fuck you, William. That was a low blow.”
“Tell me about it.” William grinned.
Addie downed the last of her wine as she surveyed the mess. “You wanna get out of here?”
William reached for her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Seven
Addie climbed in the dark SUV with William close behind. She whispered the directions to Carl who simply nodded.
William looked at Addie in disbelief. “So where are we headed?”
Addie scooted over in the seat, putting some distance between the two of them. “You’ll see.”
“Whatever you say.” William replied, closing the distance. “I’ve missed you. God! You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
Addie again scooted over, trying to get as far away as she could. What was it about this man that made her lose all rationality? “There’s a lot we need to talk about, William.”
William pressed the button to pull up the privacy divider between them and the men upfront. “So talk.”
“We will. There’s a time and place for everything.”
Addie and William pulled up to the unassuming building they’d both come to know as the Dungeon. William cocked an eyebrow. “Really? You want to talk here?”
“We’re here, aren’t we?” Addie smirked.
Addie ordered William to go into room number two and sit in the chair in the center of the room so that she could get changed. He knew the routine. Hell, they both knew the routine.
She entered the room, dressed in the leather catsuit she’d worn be
fore, only this time without the mask. William eyed her from head to toe, seemingly amused. She walked to William, bent down, and pecked him on the cheek before she asked him to press play on her phone. He seemed surprised when Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees” belted out instead of his usual.
Addie picked up one of the riding crops from the table and placed William’s hands behind his back, carefully tying them as she’d learned. It was like riding a bicycle, all of this.
He smiled as Addie stood there, admiring her work. “You like this one, huh?”
William shrugged.
“I need to know you, William. I mean really know you.” Addie said as she slapped his thigh gently.
William glared at her with an intensity she hadn’t seen before. “You do know me, Addison.”
Addie ran her fingers underneath his collar and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She got to the last button before she spoke. “Do I, though?” She asked, as she gently traced his jawline with her tongue. When she noticed the chills she gave him, she slapped the crop against his pants without much effort behind it. “Why are you seeing Sondra again? Why do you need this?”