Duke(49)
Gen didn’t want to know about the illegal income streams, and yet she did. “There’s no way to tell me more without giving me information I’d rather not have, is there?”
“No, Beautiful. There isn’t.” He sighed. “I’ll tell you up front, I’d be more comfortable if you knew the basics of this one, but if I follow your rules I can’t, so don’t you dare get pissed for me keepin’ it from you if you ever find out.”
They walked to her front door, she unlocked it, he disarmed and rearmed the alarm system, double-checked she’d locked the door back, and they headed upstairs.
Duke went to the sofa in her bedroom and motioned for her to come sit with him, but Gen put her gun away and moved to her mini-bar. She grabbed the Jack Daniels Honey and a shot glass for herself, and a beer for him, and moved to the sofa.
He accepted the beer with a thanks, opened it, took a sip, and watched as she poured a shot and downed it.
“I need to let you in on a few things,” he told her. “Decided today we can’t have any secrets, and I took steps after I claimed you publicly to be able to keep you safe.”
She poured another shot, downed it, and sat back, close to him but not touching. “Okay.”
“Hear me out before you say anything, okay? I set up parameters for your privacy. The trick with any security is finding a balance between privacy and knowing where someone is and who’s around. We have a control room at the clubhouse, with cameras set up around town. Someone’s always in there, always watching. We know what’s going on in our territory because we watch it so close.”
Gen nodded and he continued. “I had someone put cameras up so we can watch your front and back door, and your garage. There’s a tracker in your car, and we jacked into your phone so we can track it. However, those feeds do not go to the control room. They go to a file on Brain’s computer, so if you ever turn up missing we can go back and look, to see what happened. No one is watching you, no one is keeping tabs on you.”
He caressed her cheek, smoothed her hair. “I’ve looked to see where you were one time, and that was last night. Your car was home but you weren’t, and I was worried. Your phone was at The Billiard Club, but when I went to find you, you weren’t there. The way we’re jacked in, if I wanted to I could listen in through the microphone, and turn the camera on, but I didn’t. Abbott runs a tight ship and I had to trust you were safe. So, I went to your house and waited, and nearly three hours later, Abbott brought you home.”
Gen considered it from every angle, but the only real problem she had was his ability to hear what was being said. If someone found out about a deal she was working, it could be disastrous for all involved, especially her.
Other than that, while his doing it without telling her was a bit highhanded, she knew he lived a dangerous life, and something inside of her felt good he’d taken steps to make sure he could keep her safe.
“Let’s put an app on my phone that’ll let you track me, and I need you to undo whatever you’ve done. I’m not comfortable with anyone having access to privileged business conversations, as I’m sure you wouldn’t be, either.”
He nodded. “Okay, I’ll get Brain on it. Thanks for understanding, Beautiful.”
Gen nodded and poured another shot, but he stopped her arm before she could belt it back. “Why are you tossing shots back like they’re water, Genesis?”
She looked at him a few seconds before giving him the unvarnished truth. “I’m not sure I can handle you sober tonight. It’s probably a good thing I got some rest last night, but I’m still so damned sore it isn’t funny.”
“Babe, I don’t want to hurt you. We can sixty-nine, take care of each other with our mouths. I’ll give you another night, if you want.”
“What’s sixty-nine?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Duke looked at her a few seconds, trying to figure out if she was serious. He quickly realized she wasn’t messing around, so he tried to explain.
“I use my mouth on you, like last night, but I’m turned so you can give me a blow job at the same time.”
Gen looked at him as if she were scandalized, and then looked back to her bottle. She poured another drink, downed it, and kept looking at the bottle as she said, “I’ve never…never…”
Duke touched her chin, used a single finger to gently encourage her to look at him. When she did, he held her gaze and asked, “Never been in a sixty-nine, or never given a blow job?”
“Both?”
Duke’s cock went hard as a rock.