Travis whispered as he came closer, too. “Is this an interview? Really? Is information all you want? Or do you want more? I sense this goes beyond clinical curiosity for you.”
She whispered, “I need to know.”
Hank circled her wrist with his fingertips, gently entrapping her. Anticipation flared inside Travis at her gasp and the look of pure need in her eyes. Hank said, “Really know? Or do you just want me to recommend books for you to read, or get you in touch with a munch group, or do you want to hear about the subs I’ve known—”
She cut him off. “I don’t want to know about any of your subs—” It obviously bothered her to think of women willingly submitting to Hank. “I want to know…”
Hank tilted her chin so she couldn’t look away from him. “Do you want to be dominated, Nika? Is that why you were with Brent? You thought he was a Dom?”
Her shaky breath left her in a rush as Travis tilted his head and pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder above the neckline of the red dress. “I knew very little about domination when I met him. I thought he…never mind.”
Hank murmured, “You thought he could give you what a Dom would? To take control? To take charge. Take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“He couldn’t do it, could he?”
“N–No.”
Travis whispered, “We can, though.”
She blinked and pulled back from Hank’s gentle grasp to look at Travis. “W–We?”
Craving for her licked up Travis’s spine. “You didn’t know, Nika?”
Veronica’s eye’s widened. “Know what?”
Travis took delight in her surprise. “I know a thing or two about domination, too, sweet. You didn’t answer the question.”
“Huh?”
Travis dragged his upper incisors along the fragrant column of her throat and his cock hardened painfully as her essence intoxicated him. “Do you want to be dominated? Or do you simply want to talk?”
He sensed Hank closing in on her other side and she whimpered as Travis stroked his knuckles beneath her breast, teasing her. Her body vibrated and her chest rose and fell with every breath. “Yes. I’m still not sure exactly what you’d want to do with me, but yes, I do. You would do that? Even though you know I’m only visiting?”
Their eyes met behind her head and Hank winked at him. He’d only been back a week but already he felt like Hank could read him.
Hank removed his lips and tilted her chin so she would look into his eyes. “Can I trust you to not speak about what happens between us to anyone?”
She closed her hand around his wrist and nodded, sincerity burning in her eyes. “I promise.”
“Travis has some business to take care of next week. He’s looking into an opportunity that may take him away from Divine again.”
“Really?” She glanced at him and regret flickered in her eyes for a split second before she averted them.
“Yes. I’m retiring from life as a government employee, and this opportunity could be something that I’d really enjoy. I won’t know until I get to the interview next week. I have to admit though, staying in Divine is sounding more tempting by the minute.”
She swallowed and her brows furrowed a bit. “But if you have a chance to work at something you enjoy, you should take it. I know what it’s like to love what you do for a living, and you should have that chance.”
“We’ll see. But I want you to know that I understand about you just visiting. Although I hope you’ll consider extending your visit.” He knew she needed the reassurance, but he was afraid that the path they were treading ever so carefully would lead to pain if they had to part after discovering a connection. In the lifestyle, he had a feeling Veronica was their proverbial needle in a haystack.
“I could stay l–longer. I’ll need to do a little shopping to extend my wardrobe.”
Hank chuckled. “Let Grace know and she can take you shopping. I’m glad you’ll stay for a bit longer. We won’t interrupt your work schedule if you’ll promise…” He brushed his lips against her collarbone and growled softly.
“Promise what?”
“To give control to us while you’re here. Do as we command.”
“Command?” A shudder rippled through her. “Two Doms?” She breathed deep and looked off to the side and then surprised him with a smile as she took another deep breath and said, “Yes. To both of you. This is what I need if I want to move forward with my writing.”
Hank slid a hand up to her throat and closed it around the delicate column, just enough for her to feel snared. “That’s Veronica Benedict, the successful author. What about Veronica Benedict, the woman?”