Her inner angel scoffed and rolled her eyes. Might as well get used to that sensation, honey!
Her inner devil swished her tail and nodded eagerly as she flashed her butt, ready for more licks from Joseph’s strong hand.
“Shh,” Joseph said quietly as he removed his hand. “The others have gone. And you and I need to have a conversation, Miss Carrigan.”
No fiammetta this time. You’ve really done it now.
She rubbed her neck as she looked down at her knees. “You don’t have to tell me. That was unspeakably rude. I didn’t mean for anyone to hear me.”
“Are you jealous?” he asked as he eased her onto the cushion he’d been resting his legs on while he’d held her so she faced him. The divide felt as if it was more than just a few inches.
“No, Sir,” she responded automatically. Her inner angel went in search of the fire extinguisher again. “I don’t think I am. I honestly didn’t mean to say that. I was selfish.” She lifted her head to look into his eyes. “You said honesty was the most important thing to you. I was being selfish. I wanted…”
His brows flickered. “Yes, I want your honesty. Finish what you were about to say.”
Her cheeks grew hot, but she kept her eyes on his. “I’m selfish because I want to have you to myself. You were hard earlier, and I wanted to do…something for you. Whatever you wanted, and then I realized you had company…”
“And now you’re frustrated?” At her nod, he chuckled. “That makes two of us, fiammetta.”
She breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that sweet endearment, and she smiled. She was his little flame. As if her answer pleased him, he lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her fingers, a sweet gesture she thought happened only in romance novels.
“Before I was interrupted, I suggested you might stay after the club closes so we can talk. Would you be willing?”
“That depends on what you want to do.” Her pussy grew hot and achy as she waited for his reply.
One corner of his mouth quirked upward as he looked into her eyes. “It’s time to have a more detailed talk. Once that is done,” he said, tipping her chin and kissing her lightly on the lips, “I want to make love to you until the sun rises.”
She gulped. “Wow. That is so not what I expected you to say.”
He chuckled and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. “What were you expecting?”
“You’re a Dom and a sadist. I expected you to be more forceful, bordering on crass. Sort of, ‘I want to tie you up and fuck you, Miss Carrigan, until your legs don’t work anymore, until you can’t move the next day without feeling how sore I’ve left you. Then I plan to beat your ass.’”
He chuckled at her impersonation of his deep voice and intonation and shrugged. “I do want to tie you up. I do plan to fuck you. I doubt your legs will work when I’m done with you. And I’m delighted by the thought of you being sore the next day, sore enough to know I’ve been inside you. Marked you. And I do want to beat your gorgeous, bouncy ass. But I don’t need to detail what I plan to do. I’m just going to do it. And make no mistake, fiammetta, you’ll love every minute of it. And I’m not afraid of saying I’ll make love to you. I’m secure in my abilities in all facets of what I plan to do with you. But we’re having an honest, detailed conversation and discussing your limits first.”
“Well, you made that crystal clear, I think,” she quipped, feeling a little breathless. To be talked to like that, by such a self-possessed man was blowing her fuses. “But I understand you have responsibilities. My brain was still short-circuiting from earlier, and well…I feel terrible for saying that aloud.”
“I believe you and your apology is accepted, and no harm was done, although I think you might privately apologize to Jade.”
She nodded. “It’s the least I can do. Thank you for not expecting me to grovel publicly.”
Joseph shook his head. “I don’t think she would enjoy that any more than you would. And, yes, I’m aware of the tension between you.”
“I’ll fix it, Sir. I promise.” Or she’d at least try.
He smiled as he pushed back a loose lock of hair from her forehead. “You made that sound so effortless. I recall you regaling me with your rule of three F’s in the parking lot at the Dancing Pony, and outside the ballroom of my mansion. Let me see if I remember them correctly. If I’m not ‘feeding you, financing you, or fucking you’ then you don’t have to listen to me or obey me. I believe that’s what you said. So what happened to your three F’s?”