been in the middle of Walmart, shopping, when she’d received the call. She’d immediately ended the call and pulled up their website on her phone.
And let out a horrified shriek right there in the middle of the store.
“You really don’t like this?” Max asked.
“We’ll post it,” she said, giving herself the coward’s out as she turned to leave with Baxter in her arms. “Just…in the future, new rule. You ask me first , before you set up these shots. And I get final say over what goes on the website.”
Baxter twisted in her arms, struggling to get down. She released him and he made a beeline back toward the playroom.
Seconds later, she heard a muffled scream, and Max yelling, “Baxter, no!”
She closed herself into the office and tried not to laugh loudly enough for them to hear her.
Let Baxter torture them both.
Serves them right.
* * * *
Forty-five minutes later, she was watching from inside the living room, staring through the sliders, as out in the backyard Max was hosing down a protesting Sean.
“Stand still, dammit.”
“That water’s fucking cold !”
“I’m almost done. Hold on.”
Holy crap, sometimes it was like having a couple of kids. She didn’t envy Essie getting pregnant. Cali wanted several more years with her guys first before going down that road. Clarisse was another reason. Look at what had happened to her, now pregnant with twin girls.
That would be my luck.
She was thirty-three. There were still several years ahead of her before she had to make that decision. Not to mention, having a baby in their line of work would add an extra logistical kink to things, and not the good kind of kink. Meaning they’d have to rent a workshop somewhere. They couldn’t be making BDSM implements and bondage furniture in the same house they were raising an inquisitive toddler.
Nope.
Yes, they’d talked about having a baby…someday. Accompanied by some scorching hot sexual fantasies of how to accomplish the deed. But the more successful their business became, the less sure she was. She’d worked her ass off to help the men grow their business.
Well, yeah, okay, the success with using Baxter as an accidental bondage model had helped there, too, but still, it wasn’t easy work.
Does that make me selfish?
Yes, her men hoped that one day they’d have a baby. They’d already told her that. But they’d also told her it was her decision to make, since it was her body.
She pulled the slider open. “I’m walking down to Essie’s,” she called out.
Max waved at her without taking his eyes off where he was hosing Sean down.
“Please make sure you pick up all that paper,” she called out.
“We will.”
“Thank you.” She pulled the slider closed and headed out the front door. Essie, Mark, Josh, and Ted lived a few houses down from them. She knocked, shave and a haircut, and heard Essie call out.
“Come on in, Cali.”
She opened the door. Her friend was seated on the couch, feet up, hand resting on her growing baby belly as she watched TV.
“You alone?” She’d suspected as much from all the work vehicles not parked in their driveway.
“They’ll be home in an hour or so. They’re supervising a small hoarding job this morning.”
“Ah.”
She muted the TV. “What’s up, girlfriend?”
“You ain’t gonna believe this.” Cali sank down onto the end of the couch and told her about Max and Sean’s latest exploits.
By the time she finished, Essie was laughing as she hauled herself up and off the couch to the powder room. “Hold on,” she said through her laughter. “Now I’ve got to pee. That’s almost as good as Easter!”
“I told you not to talk about that!” Cali groused.
When Essie returned, still giggling, she said, “Well, you have to admit, it’s never boring around your house.”
“No, boring isn’t a word I’d used to describe either of them.”
Essie’s smile faded. “What’s bothering you? Seriously.”
“I’m not
And let out a horrified shriek right there in the middle of the store.
“You really don’t like this?” Max asked.
“We’ll post it,” she said, giving herself the coward’s out as she turned to leave with Baxter in her arms. “Just…in the future, new rule. You ask me first , before you set up these shots. And I get final say over what goes on the website.”
Baxter twisted in her arms, struggling to get down. She released him and he made a beeline back toward the playroom.
Seconds later, she heard a muffled scream, and Max yelling, “Baxter, no!”
She closed herself into the office and tried not to laugh loudly enough for them to hear her.
Let Baxter torture them both.
Serves them right.
* * * *
Forty-five minutes later, she was watching from inside the living room, staring through the sliders, as out in the backyard Max was hosing down a protesting Sean.
“Stand still, dammit.”
“That water’s fucking cold !”
“I’m almost done. Hold on.”
Holy crap, sometimes it was like having a couple of kids. She didn’t envy Essie getting pregnant. Cali wanted several more years with her guys first before going down that road. Clarisse was another reason. Look at what had happened to her, now pregnant with twin girls.
That would be my luck.
She was thirty-three. There were still several years ahead of her before she had to make that decision. Not to mention, having a baby in their line of work would add an extra logistical kink to things, and not the good kind of kink. Meaning they’d have to rent a workshop somewhere. They couldn’t be making BDSM implements and bondage furniture in the same house they were raising an inquisitive toddler.
Nope.
Yes, they’d talked about having a baby…someday. Accompanied by some scorching hot sexual fantasies of how to accomplish the deed. But the more successful their business became, the less sure she was. She’d worked her ass off to help the men grow their business.
Well, yeah, okay, the success with using Baxter as an accidental bondage model had helped there, too, but still, it wasn’t easy work.
Does that make me selfish?
Yes, her men hoped that one day they’d have a baby. They’d already told her that. But they’d also told her it was her decision to make, since it was her body.
She pulled the slider open. “I’m walking down to Essie’s,” she called out.
Max waved at her without taking his eyes off where he was hosing Sean down.
“Please make sure you pick up all that paper,” she called out.
“We will.”
“Thank you.” She pulled the slider closed and headed out the front door. Essie, Mark, Josh, and Ted lived a few houses down from them. She knocked, shave and a haircut, and heard Essie call out.
“Come on in, Cali.”
She opened the door. Her friend was seated on the couch, feet up, hand resting on her growing baby belly as she watched TV.
“You alone?” She’d suspected as much from all the work vehicles not parked in their driveway.
“They’ll be home in an hour or so. They’re supervising a small hoarding job this morning.”
“Ah.”
She muted the TV. “What’s up, girlfriend?”
“You ain’t gonna believe this.” Cali sank down onto the end of the couch and told her about Max and Sean’s latest exploits.
By the time she finished, Essie was laughing as she hauled herself up and off the couch to the powder room. “Hold on,” she said through her laughter. “Now I’ve got to pee. That’s almost as good as Easter!”
“I told you not to talk about that!” Cali groused.
When Essie returned, still giggling, she said, “Well, you have to admit, it’s never boring around your house.”
“No, boring isn’t a word I’d used to describe either of them.”
Essie’s smile faded. “What’s bothering you? Seriously.”
“I’m not
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