33. A Very Good Girl
a very good girl
. . .
Sadie
Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle, Tip #18: Sometimes, the hostage lifestyle has perks. Really, really good perks.
Lying on a kitchen counter with my ex-hostage’s head between my thighs hadn’t been on my agenda for the day, but I could be flexible when a good opportunity presented itself.
Especially when Davian’s tongue proved to be quite a contender for my favorite thing about him. He was good at this. Like, my-toes-were-at-risk-of-being-permanently-curled good .
The horny demon was very happy.
Surrounded by cupcakes, a pair of unexpectedly erotic stand mixers, and with Davian easing me down from an earth-shattering high, I wasn’t convinced I hadn’t died from an orgasm-induced heart attack, after all.
“ Wow, ” I mouthed to the ceiling before nudging Davian’s head back when it became too much. He drew back and ran his tongue over his lips in a way that made me want to lick them, too. There was an arrogant tilt to his lips, but I couldn’t blame him for gloating this time. He knew exactly what he’d done.
And I fully intended to make him feel as good as he’d just made me feel.
If only I had the strength to sit up.
Davian took pity on me and guided my legs off his shoulders before standing and hauling my boneless body up to rest against his front. He was solid and warm, and I could get used to leaning against him.
His lips found the spot where my shoulder met my neck, and he placed a lingering kiss that warmed me from the inside out. The following kisses he trailed up to my ear threatened to turn me into a puddle of goo.
Then his lips brushed the skin behind my ear in the softest of kisses, and he whispered, “Good girl.”
Oh my .
Unable to help myself, I visibly preened at the term this time. Apparently, I was no better than the dogs at the shelter.
Davian shifted to kiss my temple with a chuckle. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Minus the part where I abducted you? I’m a very good girl.” I licked my dry lips and pulled back until I could loop my arms around his neck. I tried for a cheeky smile, but it probably just looked satisfied. “And for the record, you can lay me out on a counter and do that again whenever you want.”
His smirk widened. “Be careful making promises you don’t intend to keep.”
“Oh, no. I fully mean that.” I hummed and ran my fingers through the hair above the nape of his neck, admiring how soft it was. “If these are the consequences of feeding you dog treats, then I should do it more often.”
I squealed at Davian’s answering growl, and he moved to lift me up.
“Wait!” I laughed, pushing his hands away. In a flash, I reached for his belt and tugged him closer, needing to get my hands on him. I looked up at Davian from under my lashes and wet my lips. “It’s my turn.”
He humored me and went still, letting me do as I pleased. But it wasn’t long after I yanked his shirt free of his slacks that one of his hands found its way into my hair, gripping it. His other hand slid under my top, eliciting a shiver as I worked his belt buckle open. I could still feel the phantom touch of those same fingers underneath my skirt.
I wanted to feel them there again.
But now wasn’t the time for that. Focus .
Davian’s grip on my hair tilted my head back until he could steal a kiss—one so thorough and claiming it left me dizzy. He kissed me like he’d been waiting to for years, only further fueling my desperation to touch him. To wrap my hand around him. To put my mouth on him.
My fingers reached the button on his pants when a faint vibration made me pause.
I pulled back from the kiss and looked down, convinced I was imagining things.
But I wasn’t hallucinating; the bulge in Davian’s pants was definitely buzzing.
That was new.
I blinked at his zipper. “Uh, I’ve never had this happen before. …Are you vibrating ?”
Davian’s chest rumbled with a laugh, and he slid his hand out from under my top to reach into his pocket. “That’s my phone.”
Oh. Duh .
“Right. Of course,” I muttered, shaking my head. Kissing him had turned my logical thinking to mush. “That makes a lot more sense than where my brain went.”
The fingers Davian had in my hair gave my scalp a soft scratch, and my eyelids lowered in bliss.
“It’s the front gate.” He frowned. I bit my lip as he put the phone to his ear. “Make it quick.”
While he was busy, I took the initiative by loosening his tie and undoing the top three buttons of his sleek dress shirt. My lips found his smooth chest, and I took my time kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin. It was a mouthwatering exploration.
There was a pause on the line before a man’s faint response. “You asked for a heads-up when your father arrived. He’s here.”
My tongue froze against Davian’s chest.
His father ?
“Send him to my office.” Davian hung up.
I pulled back to look up at him and drew my tongue back into my mouth, not sure what to do.
“Your father’s here?” I asked.
He pocketed his phone with a sigh and pressed a kiss to my temple. “Afraid so. Give me two minutes to tell him to get lost, then I’ll make sure we don’t get interrupted again.”
“What? You can’t just send him away!” I gaped at him. “He’s your father.”
“He’s an asshole,” Davian said shortly. His face was grim. “Do me a favor and wait in here until he’s gone? Your friend Gladys was right about my old man. He’s dangerous.”
I straightened up and wet my lips, a little miffed. “I can hold my own.”
A small smile cracked through. “Yes, I’ve learned you’re quite lethal with a broom. That doesn’t mean I want you anywhere near him.”
Well, I guess it was a little soon to be meeting the parents. And I’d just taken the man’s son hostage yesterday. That’d be a little difficult to explain.
“Fair enough,” I conceded.
Davian used his hold on my hair to pull me closer and steal another kiss—one I was more than happy to return. The unhurried way he ended the kiss only made me want to deepen it.
“Don’t move. I won’t be long.” He pulled back and redid his belt buckle. I allowed myself a moment to mourn the loss.
“Wait!” I grabbed for his tie before he could get too far. Davian went still and cocked a brow. “Don’t you need to, you know, wash up first?”
His lips flirted with a smirk. “I wasn’t planning to.”
My face warmed. “Please wash your mouth! You can’t go see your father like that.”
He laughed but thankfully moved over to the island with the sink. While he washed up, I hopped off the counter and walked the perimeter of the kitchen, unlocking all the doors.
“What are you doing?” Davian’s eyes followed my trek around the room.
“I don’t want people to assume things because the doors are locked,” I explained, flipping another lock.
Davian breathed out a laugh. “They already know what we were doing, Sadie.”
I paused at the last door and pivoted to him. “What do you mean they know? Did you tell people?”
“No, but the walls aren’t soundproof.” His eyes lit with amusement as he flicked the water off his fingers. “And you aren’t quiet.”
“Dav!” Scandalized, I closed the distance between us and went to thump him on the arm, but he caught my hand and pulled me in for another quick kiss with a laugh.
“What? It wasn’t a complaint. Far from it,” he murmured against my lips before stealing another kiss. “Wait here.”
Like the good girl I supposedly was now, I watched Davian stride to the door and waited until it swung shut behind him before jumping into action.
I did my own cleaning at the sink, then raided the cabinet underneath for a good cleaning spray. Armed with that and a dishcloth, I thoroughly cleaned the counter I’d just been splayed out on.
Even after disinfecting it, I wasn’t sure I could ever look Antonio in the eye after what we’d done in his sacred cooking area.
Not even a minute later, the door swung open again.
“That was fast.” I scrubbed harder at a stubborn spot before looking up. “I thought you’d?—”
The dishcloth dropped from my hand.
It was not Davian in the doorway.
The man was closer to my father’s age, though he had none of my father’s warmth.
A single dark eye—a black patch covered the other—landed on me with an iciness that chilled me all the way down to my bones. He wasn’t Davian, but the similarities in their features were unmistakable. He had the same lush dark hair as my ex-hostage—with a few streaks of grey mixed in.
The same strong jawline.
Same aura of danger radiating from him, which made my chest tighten.
There was no doubt in my mind this man was Sebastian Reed.
Every cell in my body screamed at me to run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
But my feet were glued to the floor.