whatever frivolity had been in the room died.
“What is going on?” Zebadiah moved further into
the great room.
“Well, we may have an issue. Sit down,
Zeb.” Ethan brought him a bottle of sparkling water.
“What kinda of trouble?” Taking the bottle,
he cradled it between his palms.
“Allison is claiming you signed a contract
with her absolving her from any consequences if you were injured during a
scene.”
Zebadiah paled. “The only contract I’ve
ever signed is the one outlining our limits and boundaries.” His brow furrowed
“There might have been such a clause in there, but she was fellating me while I
was trying to read it.” His cheeks flushed. “Shit, I really screwed up this
time. Does that mean the charges won’t stick?”
Davis sighed. “I don’t know. Do you still
have the contract?”
“Yeah, it’s in my lock box at the bank. I
keep all my important papers there. My will, the contract…my nest egg. The
money I had been saving up for my own bakery.” He dropped the bottle. “Dammit,
she’s got access to the safe deposit box. She was the co-signer on it.” He
began to hyperventilate.
“Don’t panic.” Ethan put a hand on his
shoulder. “Let’s get a hold of the bank and see if she’s been in or not. She
just recently made bail on the assault charges, maybe she hasn’t made it as far
as the bank. Is it the same bank as the one where you have a checking account?”
He nodded. “My entire life is in there. My
birth certificate, the title to the small piece of land my grandfather left me
just outside of Napa.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he heard Ethan talking on
the phone to the bank. “I’d planned on building a small coffee shop and bakery
once I had enough money saved up…”
“Thank you, sir. We’ll be right in.” Ethan
hung up the phone, and crouched down before Zebadiah. “She’s been in, but
because of the restraining order you swore out against her and removing her
from your checking account, it threw up some red flags at the bank. She wasn’t
able to access it without direct permission from you. She left sixty minutes
ago in a huff.”
Zebadiah’s shoulders slumped with relief.
“I need to get a new safe deposit box.”
“Of course. Either that, or you can bring
all of the contents here and we’ll put them in Davis’s safe. Your choice.”
Ethan helped him to his feet. “But we need to do this now before the bank
closes, or she has her high-priced attorney put a hold on it Davis can’t get
around.”
“I’d like to keep everything here, if
that’s okay. At least here I know she can’t access any of it.” Zebadiah shoved
his hands into his pockets before following Ethan out to his car.
Chapter
Three
Hanging
his keys on a hook next to the door with trembling fingers, Nicholaus paused
and waited for Steph to shut the door behind them before spinning and pinning
her against it s hard surface. Her startled ‘umph’ was
swallowed by his mouth. The desire that had been riding him hard since they’d
left Zebadiah’s presence burst free. He was aching for the man, but he had to
remind himself they’d promised to wait. Then they would be rewarded for their
patience. Logically he understood, but his body felt like it had undergone
hours of foreplay. Delving deeper into the honeyed depths of his beautiful
submissive’s mouth, he tugged hard on the waistband of her leggings. He had to
get inside her before he lost his ever lovin’ mind.
A low whimper escaped her as his fingers
slipped inside the lacy thong he’d given her. With little preliminaries, he
shoved two fingers inside of her, checking her readiness. As always, she was
damp with her desire. Not wet enough to take him yet, but he’d see to it she
was. Ripping his mouth away from hers, he ordered her to strip as he reached
for the slim hand-tooled Italian leather belt encircling his waist.
“Shit, Nicky.” She shoved her leggings and
panties down to her knees, her