Dungeon Games(16)

It was a door that had to stay closed.





Chapter Three



“God, Derek, are you slumming or what? Tell me you weren’t actually doing something sexual to whatever it was that just walked out of your office.”

Just the sound of her voice made his blood go a little cold. He’d had a massive erection, but the sound of her voice was like reverse Viagra. His dick damn near curled up on itself. The Ice Princess, Queen Bitch of the World, strode into his office.

Karina hadn’t been cold. She’d almost melted his skin when he touched her. It had been a revelation. He’d expected her to tease him, to use her beauty to its best advantage by attempting to manipulate him, but there had been zero artifice in Karina’s argument. It was unexpected and utterly refreshing. There had been a sweetness in the way she’d settled herself over his lap, offering herself up to him.

He’d spanked Karina and felt more in those few moments than he had in the last several years.

“Derek? Are you listening to me?”

He’d kind of hoped if he ignored her she would go away—like a dinosaur that couldn’t see you if you didn’t move. It was a pipe dream so maybe honesty would work. “No, I’m not listening to you. I’m thinking about how close I came to getting inside Karina. It’s five years after our divorce and you’re still responsible for my not getting laid.”

He sat behind his desk with a long sigh.

Maia’s eyes narrowed. “Well, it looks like she left her mark on you. Jeez, Derek. What happened to your pants?”

He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face. Actually it felt more like the goofy grin of a teenaged boy who finally got his hands on a boob. It was stupid. She wasn’t his type, wasn’t anything close to what he wanted in a permanent submissive much less another wife, and yet the thought of her biting that lip while she decided whether or not to submit to him got his blood hot all over again. “Don’t worry about that. Why are you here?”

Maia frowned and turned to look at the closed door as though she could see through it. “You’re really fucking that low-grade PI? Derek, what the hell is wrong with you? If you’re that hard up, I will find you a date. We have some very submissive interns. I swear, there’s a pretty brunette who pees a little when you yell at her. I’m sure you could train that out of her. Her father is a circuit court judge. He can help you out enormously. She’s got nice tits and they’re totally real.”

And Maia would know because she’d very likely slept with her. Maia didn’t discriminate when it came to her sexual partners. She was an omnivore. Derek was certain she’d probably sleep with a goat if she found one attractive and it could help her career.

“I’ll take a hard pass. Why are you here besides the fact that you outed me to brass?” It didn’t look like it was actually going to cost him his job, but then she hadn’t known that, had she?

It surprised him a little since Maia was a bitch from hell, but she’d never been truly malicious with him. Yes, she’d cheated on him on a regular basis, but she’d strangely always had his back when it came to work. They’d always been a successful team. He’d just wanted so much more than to be a team member.

Well, and he’d also kind of wanted to not be cheated on with every man he knew.

Maia’s face softened as much as the Botox in it allowed as she leaned against his desk. “Brass is all a bunch of perverts, Derek. Trust me, successful people all tend to be perverts. Unsuccessful people, too. And the ones who aren’t are fooling themselves. I have enough on the chief to ensure that you move up when you want to move up. All you have to do is say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

And that was Maia to a T. Always making a deal, always working an angle. She would likely be the Dallas District Attorney before she was forty. “I’ll handle my own career, thank you. You had no right to go to them. You should have come to me and asked me if I wanted to be involved.”

She shook her head with a long-suffering sigh. “And if I came to you with four dead girls, one of them a cop in this precinct, are you telling me you would have turned down the assignment so no one would know you like to spank subs? Should I have gone straight to Ian? I’m totally not going to do that because he’s an asshole.”

“No. I would have gone to them myself. I would have offered my services.” She was forever cutting his balls off. Even though he hadn’t touched her since long before the divorce, she was still making decisions for him, decisions that shouldn’t be hers.

“So I saved you a step. Chill out. You’re acting like I tried to kill you when all I did was give you the biggest opportunity of your career. Can’t you see how good this is going to be? For both of us?”