Page 79 of Sinful Empire (Mount Trilogy 3)
I school my features into a smile at the toy vibrating inside me as I listen to the owner of the New Orleans Voodoo Kings extoll the virtues of Seven Sinners whiskey, and his new favorite—the Phoenix Label.
“I’m so glad you’re enjoying it.”
“I’ll be buying up as much as I can. I bet the commissioner would enjoy a bottle or two. And here I thought you couldn’t top the Spirit of New Orleans.”
“I’ll make sure to hold a few bottles back for you, sir.”
“I’d appreciate it,” he says before taking another sip.
“If you’ll excuse me for just a moment, I need to check on a few things.”
“Of course. Y’all throw a hell of a party. We’ll definitely be bringing the boys back in the future.”
By the boys, he means the entire football team, and I barely hold myself back from fist pumping. “We’ll look forward to making future arrangements with you soon.”
“Thank you, Ms. Kilgore.”
I step away from him and tense as vibrations rip through my body.
Lachlan and I nearly went to war over the fact that he wanted to completely take over security for the event. I disagreed, because Seven Sinners is my baby.
“Considering the fact that I’d like you to be having my baby, I have a right to keep you safe.”
“You better not start this now. I’m not even pregnant.”
“I’ll start whenever I want. You’re my wife.”
Our argument escalated to bellowing in our suite, and ended with us tearing off each other’s clothes in a frenzy, which is pretty much how all our arguments end.
In the aftermath, with the sheets tangled around us, Lachlan proposed a compromise. My security would be supplemented as necessary by his, but he wouldn’t take control.
I agreed.
But when I stepped into the living room tonight in my ball gown, he was waiting in his perfectly tailored suit, holding a familiar-looking leather box. When he flipped the lid open, a black-and-gold toy lay inside, looking innocent, even though I knew it was far from it.
“You can put it in, or I will. But you’re not leaving without it.”
“This is a business event, Lachlan.”
“Tick tock, Keira.” He looked down at his watch. “You have fifteen minutes before we’re supposed to leave.”
I growled, a habit I picked up from him, and countered. “Only if you get on your knees first.” I lifted one stiletto-clad foot to the chair and pulled up the full skirt of my gown so he could see the sparkling thong beneath it.
His dark gaze flashed. “Only for you. Gladly for you.”
“Damn right.?
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Fast-forward three hours, and I’m dying for him to drag me off into a corner so I can beg him to fuck me—but first I have to find him in this sea of giants wearing Mardi Gras masks to match their flashy tailored suits.
I nod and smile, thankful that my face is obscured so no one sees my almost O face, and spend the next half hour looking for him as he torments me relentlessly.
Where the hell did he go? I’m going to kill him when I find him.
V is stationed near the elevator, wearing a mask. He asked for this post so he could keep an eye on the kitchen and Odile. I’m not sure what’s happening there, but he’s become protective of her. Mostly, I’m just happy to see that he’s capable of smiling, especially since I’ve never heard him speak again.
“Where the hell is my husband?” I whisper in his ear.
