Layers Peeled by Lacey Silks Page B

did you
know I wanted something?” I asked.
    “There’s a
reason Cross Enterprises has earned a name as the best in the
business. It’s called instinct. Whether you know it or not, you
have that same quality. It’s your best weapon, and that’s why I
trust you will take every precaution possible when you go out on
the street.”
    “Really?” I
felt my smile creep up. It wasn’t like I needed Tristan’s
permission to go out, but I didn’t want to do anything behind his
back either, not where work was involved. Not for anything.
    “That night I
drove by, when you were posing as a hooker, you scared the shit out
of me. But when I saw that gun in the holster on your thigh, it
only confirmed that you were the strong woman that had been missing
in my life, and that you could handle yourself.”
    “Thank you for
trusting me. I know you’re afraid, but I know what I’m doing.”
    “I don’t doubt
it, Allie. My fear is only validated when someone else who knows
what he’s doing tries to abduct women. And you seem to have no fear
of those men.”
    “Fear can be
deadly in this kind of work. It can cloud your goals and consume
your body quicker than a drug. I promise to be careful.”
    “I know you
will. Now, how about we finish this ice cream?” He pointed to a
bowl full of cream.
    “I have a
better idea.” I gripped his firm cock, feeling him pulse with
heated desire.
    His scarred
lip lifted and he took me into his arms. I melted there in an
instant, just like the chocolate ice cream.
    * * *
    We spent the
weekend outside of our bedroom and without any clothes. I couldn’t
believe how much my horny hormones controlled my body. Tristan
fulfilled his promise of christening every room in the house. We
mostly slept (though not a lot) on a bunch of pillows on the family
room floor and on the couch in the library. But on Sunday night,
before bedtime, once the staircase got its debut as well, we
finally made it to our bedroom.
    A faint
vanilla aroma trickled into my lungs. The room had been lit with
dozens of candles, making it look like something from a movie.
Flickers of light glowed on the walls and furniture.
    “You’re not
going to pour wax on me, are you?” I asked.
    “Not when
you’re pregnant, Allie. The shock of the heat could leave blisters
on the baby’s skin.”
    “How do you
know?”
    “I googled
it.”
    “Since when do
you google this stuff?”
    “Since I’m
going to be a father. Come on, don’t tell me you’re not a bit
curious.”
    “I am, but
I’ve just been so preoccupied with work... You know, once we have
the baby, life will change.”
    “As long as
you’re in it with me, everything will be fine.” He strolled to my
side and tugged at the string of my robe.
    How in the
world did I deserve this man? Yet the mere thought of ever not
having him in my life was like an arrow piercing straight though my
heart. He was my family now – he was my everything.

     

CHAPTER 10
     
    This time I
opted for an outfit that didn’t scream It’s Halloween! When
I walked the street posing as a hooker to convince Tristan I was
worthy of Cross Enterprises, the glow-in-the-dark clothing had
ended up on his bedroom floor. The pleasant memory revived a
knowing keenness deep in my belly.
    Two blocks
away, a team of Tristan’s backup-guards patiently waited in their
cars. He insisted we call them if trouble we couldn’t handle found
us, and I promised we would.
    Today, Laura
came with me. She had loaned me her black leather pants and her own
corset top, which hooked at the back with a series of bra clips.
I’d be too shy to wear this skimpy top even to a club. My boobs
almost spilled out from the tight top, but I had to admit that the
gothic look she was aiming for me was much better than my last
eighties ensemble. My friend chose to wear a mini dress that
screamed minimum two hundred per hour . Fishnet stockings
completed her outfit.
    We strolled to
the corner where the redhead – I thought I