Her light-hearted laughter was back. “You know, for a security guru who has a whole stable of private investigators, you really did a terrible job of digging into my history. I’m very disappointed in you, Lukus.” Her mischievous taunt had exactly the effect on Lukus he suspected she’d intended.
“Well, I’m sorry I disappointed you, but considering I only met you less than twelve hours ago, I’d hope you’d cut me a bit of slack. I’m sure I can have a detailed dossier prepared on you by morning. But then again…”
He took great joy in watching her reaction as he inched closer until he finally reached out, grabbing her hips and pulling her tight against his overheated body. He couldn’t give a shit they were both in need of a hot shower. He wanted her to feel his quickly growing erection straining for escape from his gym shorts.
“Maybe I should go old school. Who needs computers and the Internet for investigative work? I could just take you to my room and start with a nice, thorough strip search.”
Lukus stopped long enough to lean in and seductively kiss her behind her ear. He felt a tremor race through her as his lips touched her skin. He kept kissing down her neck as he continued with his teasing threats. “I could tie you down, torture you for hours until you finally couldn’t resist me anymore. I am a professional, after all. I’m sure I can make you spill all your secrets.”
Lukus loved the long, drawn-out groan he was able to drag out of his beautiful captive. He felt her leaning on him heavily, as if her legs were going weak beneath her, just as she threw her arms around his neck for support.
Lukus fought the urge to throw her down to the hardwood and take her right there on the free-throw line. “As much as I’d like to see where this is headed, I think we’re both due a long, hot shower. I’m afraid I need a few minutes alone to lick my wounds from being soundly whipped at basketball—and by a barefoot girl no less.”
Tiffany pulled back so she could look up into his smoldering eyes. “I resent that. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a woman.”
Lukus couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He took great joy in bending to lift her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold, much like he had done out in the alley earlier. “Oh, baby, there’s no chance in hell I missed that you’re all woman. But just to be sure, I’d better do some pretty thorough investigating after our shower—you know—just to make sure.” Lukus couldn’t resist slapping her elevated ass, drawing a wonderful squeal from Tiff that shot straight to his hard cock.
Just hang on a bit longer there, sport. I have a feeling we’re finally going to get lucky here pretty soon.
Lukus walked them through the loft, which was dim except for a few low lights and the glow of the Chicago skyline sifting in through the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows in the great room. In the master suite, he deposited Tiffany in his bathroom. He briefly contemplated ripping off the damn T-shirt and carrying her into the oversized shower to ravish her under the showerheads. He suspected she’d be more than willing, but something told him not to rush it, not with this one.
“So, you take this bathroom, Tiff. You can have a nice soak in the tub, although the shower is really awesome, if I do say so myself. I’m going to go clean up in the guest bathroom. I’ll lay out a fresh T-shirt for you on the bed. I’ll meet you in the theater with some snacks and drinks. Anything special you want?”
The surprise on Tiffany’s face told him she’d been expecting him to stay and shower with her. She recovered. “Whatever you have is great, although it looks like you could use a Gatorade.” She smiled mischievously before continuing. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind a glass of wine if you have anything good.”
“Damn. I forgot to show you the wine closet in the pantry on the tour. I knew I was forgetting something.”
“Show-off.”
“Damn straight. I spent a small fortune on all this stuff. I knew it would come in handy one day when I was finally ready to impress a girl.”
“Woman. Impress a woman.”
“We’ll see. I’ll reserve judgment until my full-body inspection is complete.” He flashed her his most devilish smile.
“Smart-ass.”
“Sass. You’re just full of sass, aren’t you, Miss O’Sullivan?”
Her eyes sparkled as she displayed her flirtatious smile. “Well, when you swim with the sharks, you need to stay on your toes. I’d hate to get bitten.”
“Never fear, baby. I hadn’t planned on biting. Nibbling, yes. Biting, no. We’re not quite ready for that anyway, unless of course you’re into that sort of thing. Now, I can’t promise other slightly painful things won’t happen to this fabulous body of yours, but I do promise this—you’re gonna love them all.”
Her only answer to his naughty promise was a quietly whispered, “Oh, my freaking God.”
Lukus couldn’t resist leaning in and planting a tender kiss on her surprised lips before pulling back and heading to leave. Just as he was ready to close the door behind him, he got the last word in. “Don’t take too long now, Tiffany. We haven’t discussed punishments for tardiness yet. I’ll be not-so-patiently waiting in the theater.”
Lukus
Lukus closed the door quietly behind him and leaned against it to take a deep breath.
I’m so in over my head here. She’s fucking amazing, beautiful, intelligent, funny… Michael Fucking Jordan.
He finally pulled it together enough to grab them both a change of clothes before heading to the guest bathroom. He entered through the middle guest room, happy to see Derek and Rachel hadn’t totally messed it up with their earlier naptime. As he opened the door to the bathroom, he was startled to see Markus standing naked with his back to him at the toilet, taking a whiz.
“I didn’t expect to see you tonight. Especially, all of you.”
Markus flinched at the sound of his best friend’s voice before chuckling. “Can’t a guy take a piss without getting interrupted around here?”
“I’m amazed you were able to pry yourself out of your wife long enough to piss. I thought you’d be balls-deep all night.”
Having finished, Markus turned around, a sly smile on his face. “Careful. I’ve decided to pace myself. My wife is more than satisfied. She’s sleeping like a baby after getting her bedtime punishment spanking along with several make-up sessions. Thanks for leaving the hairbrush in the nightstand. By the way, tomorrow I need to pick your brain for some creative punishments she’s actually not going to like.”
Lukus chuckled. “You’re really going to have your hands full, you lucky bastard.”
Markus got serious as he answered his friend. “I know I am and honestly, I have a favor to ask you, Lukus. Let’s face it. You were right earlier when you said I’d been a shitty Dom to Georgie. I’ve given it thought and… well… I love Bri so much and I owe it to her to make sure I get my shit together.”
Lukus tried to lighten the mood. “Let’s not get mushy, now.”
“I’m serious. I know it’s lame, but would you consider giving me some coaching? I mean, you know me better than anyone else other than Bri. And now that you know Bri, I suspect you have a handle on what direction I need to take her training. Think you could spend some time working up a plan with me?”