Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

I nod. “That’s to be expected.”

Noah puts a plate in front of Madison and takes the seat on her other side.

“Thank you,” she says and leans in to kiss him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Domestic shit. Maybe it is easy between them. Maybe I’m a little jealous.

When she turns my way, she kisses my cheek before she eats.

I resist the urge to reach up and touch where her lips brushed me.

“What’s the plan for today?” she asks, looking between me and Noah before biting down on some bacon.

“I have to go up to the office and work for a while,” Noah says. He slips his hand over hers, and she turns it over so they are holding hands. Natural.

My chest tightens. But then she turns to me.

“What about you?” Her eyes are bright and alert this morning. She hasn’t had any pain meds, and I can see the hint of pain lingering in her eyes.

I stand and go to the cabinet and pull out the Advil. Sitting, I hand her two pills.

“Thank you.” She acts like I gave her a diamond necklace. She’s so different from the ones that came before her. They all wanted something from us, and not just sex.

“I have time if you want to do something,” I say before I can think better of it.

“I guess I’m supposed to relax still.” She glances around as if looking for the others. Seth would probably say that she should relax, and in all honesty, she should. The physical and emotional toll on her probably hasn’t hit that hard yet.

“We can figure something out.” I shrug like it isn’t a big deal.

She grabs my hand and squeezes it. Noah’s eyes meet mine, but he’s not jealous. Of course not, he just fucked her. He smiles indulgently at her before kissing her again.

“You two have fun.” He puts his plate and hers into the dishwasher before claiming her mouth one last time. This time, kissing her until she can barely breathe. When he backs away, her hand goes to her chest. “I’ll see you later, kitten.”

I swear there’s a bounce to his step as he leaves the apartment.

Chapter 21

Blake

Blake

Madison turns on her chair to face me. “What do you want to do?”

All I can think of is fucking her. Shit. I’m probably as bad as Noah. My cock is definitely on board.

“I have to review some reports.” The words slip out before I can take them back. It’s true, though. My mind couldn’t focus on them yesterday with what happened.

“Need my help?” She arches her eyebrow.

“You can keep me company.” I stand and offer her my hand. After she slips her hand into mine, I lead her to my bedroom door. I want her to rest, but I also want her in my bed. Not where she just had sex with Noah.

When we enter, she looks around. I watch where her gaze lands. First, the king-sized bed with its black satin sheets and red comforter. Then her eyes widen when she finds my display of paddles and whips. She walks over to the wall and strokes her finger down a paddle.

When she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes have darkened. “Is this just a display?”

Shaking my head, I swallow. “I’m a dominant.”

She lowers her arm and turns to face me. Her eyes are wide, with no judgment on her face. “Like spanking?”

“And other things. Mostly I like to control my submissive and punish her when she’s out of line.” I walk to the bed and sit on top of the covers against the headboard. I pat the spot beside me as I pick up my tablet.