I kiss her forehead.“Dmitri’s here, sweetheart.”
“Oh.Right.”She shakes her head, trying to clear the fog of lust.“I need to get my clutch.Be right back.”
From the back, her tattoo is framed by the gold dress straps.It’s a work of art on its own, framed by another work of art—the dress, and worn by a third work of art—Leah.
She’s confident, and she’s happy, and that’s all I can ask for as her Daddy Dom.
I stare until she’s out of sight.Then I open the door for Dmitri.
His eyes widen as he takes in the penthouse.“Betty always talks about your ‘introvert castle.’I was picturing something a bit more medieval.But here we are in a billionaire’s lifestyle inspo catalog.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.I bet you have a private gym, too.”
I have no comment for that.
He laughs.“You fucking do, don’t you?”
“I won’t dignify that with a response.”
“Heaven forbid the great Gage Jannik has to mix with the masses in apublicgym.”He laughs again, while I give him my deadest stare.
When Leah walks into the living room, however, his laughter fades.“Goddamn, fucking hell.You look amazing, baby.”
She looks down, visibly pleased.“Um, should we get going?We don’t want to arrive too late.”
“I don’t know.”He looks her up and down, his expression wolfish.“I’m tempted to stay right here.”
“Yes, Gage said something similar.”She rolls her eyes.“But I promised Olivia, and I’m not letting this dress go to waste.”
“Let’s go have fun, then, baby girl.”He holds out his arm for her to take.“Gage, see you there.”
“I’ll be following soon.I won’t go in the main entrance, so I’ll look for you after I arrive.”
“Sounds good.”Leah starts to take Dmitri’s arm, then turns and rushes to me.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her sweet face, careful not to smudge her make-up.With a careful fingertip, I touch her lower lip.“I believe this shade of lipstick would look good wrapped around my cock.”
She shivers and flutters her eyelashes.“I’ve been looking forward to this benefit for the past week.Now I can’t wait for it to be over.”
“You and me both, little girl.”
18
Dmitri
I’ve hired a driver for the evening.It’s a good fucking thing I did, because if I were behind the wheel, we’d be carnage in a fiery car accident.I’d be too busy staring at Leah to pay attention to the road.
The city lights flicker over her features as we motor along.I raise the privacy screen between us and the driver.
Leah shoots me a sidelong glance.“You’ve really pulled out all the stops, mister.”
“It’s a special night.I want you to enjoy yourself—you deserve it.”
“And you spent so much time talking about my dress, I didn’t get a chance to tell you how hot you look in your tux.”
“This old thing?”I pluck comically at my lapels.“I just found it lying around.”
