Oliver Read Online Free PDF

he told for her benefit. He hoped. Oliver dragged his Dom self front and center and ordered it to stay in place. “Go shower. I’ll have the food ready when you come back.”
    “And then you’ll tell us?”
    “Don’t push me, Merideth. I’ll know when I know. But know this…” He stalked around the island until he stood behind her. Close enough to let her feel his body heat. Close enough to take what he wanted again. “There is only one Master.” He fingered her blouse sleeve at the cuff, almost brushing her skin. “Understood?”
    Her breathing hitched. He heard a gulp as she swallowed the food in her mouth. Her nipples peaked against the shirt. The temptation to see them bare again ate at him. His cock hardened. Images of her bent over the stool, him reminding her of what a real spanking was like right before he fucked her, tore at his resolve. Somehow Oliver managed to pull in his control. One lesson was enough for tonight.
    “Understood,” she finally replied.
    “Good.” He stepped away before he could give in to his baser urges.
    Merideth slipped away, but he wasn’t sure if that was because of his decree or because Lucas had returned with their luggage. It didn’t matter. Both were headed up the stairs, giving Oliver the time he needed to collect his senses and get some answers.
    Once they were out of earshot, he pulled the cell phone from his pocket. He didn’t give a damn who he woke up.
    A groggy “Patterson” came through after the third ring. Oliver let his voice identify himself.
    “My security was breached tonight.”
    “What?”
    Oliver could see Blake Patterson bolt upright with the barked voice. There was a rustle, a mumbled, “What happened?” from his bed partners.
    “Are you all right?” Blake asked. “Let me check the log.”
    He must have launched himself from the bed to the nearest computer. Oliver heard the click of a keyboard. More questions filtered through, all indiscernible. Then Mac Jordan’s, “What the fuck?”
    It was their job to ensure the safety of their clients. Their concern for Oliver outweighed business worries. Knowing that calmed the turmoil roiling through him over Merideth and Lucas’s arrival.
    “I’m fine.” Oliver knew they’d want answers of their own. He wasn’t sure what to tell them. It’d all come out soon enough.
    Blake’s sigh drifted through the speaker. “The security was never reset from when we all woke up this morning. You never set it after we left this afternoon, Oliver.”
    Now he felt like an idiot. Oliver racked his brain. Sure as shit, he hadn’t set the security once his guests had left.
    “We have them on surveillance walking in,” Mac said. “I’ll have the police—”
    “Not necessary. It’s a long story. I need you to see what you can find on underground BDSM communities in New York City. Those that ride on the fringe and take little care to do things by the book. Also, I want full checks on Merideth Wainwright and Lucas Ashmore.”
    “Are you sure you’re all right?” This came from Lori Belcher, no doubt hovering over her men while she tried to find out what was going on.
    No, Oliver wasn’t sure. “Fine. I’ll stay on the line a bit to see what you can find.” He thought about adding that he only had ten or fifteen minutes left. That would only alarm them. Instead, he left it at that, stuck a Bluetooth in his ear, and worked on a quick meal.
    He dumped leftover angel-hair pasta into a wok pan, added olive oil, a kiss of fresh basil, leftover vegetables, and tossed until it was hot. All the while Blake and Mac fed him tidbits of information, the bulk of which was also being e-mailed to him.
    Oliver spun around to retrieve a platter from an overhead cupboard and found Lucas sitting at the island, watching him, listening. It was too late to cover his surprise. Lucas’s hair was damp from a shower. A day’s growth of whiskers still remained on his face. He’d changed into a T-shirt and Bermuda shorts. The