Davis waves me off. “Don’t worry about it. You weren’t badmouthing me.” He smiles.
I groan. “No. That’s for sure. Could I be more mortified?”
“Please. It’s not a big deal. If anything, you’ve boosted my ego.”
I drop my head into my hands and groan.
After a moment, Colt interrupts my pity party. “I have to ask. What specific kink are you all tiptoeing around here?”
Yep, I can be more mortified.
I glance at Davis as if he’s going to save me.
Luckily, he does. In a way. “Eve is a little.”
Colt lifts a brow. “You mentioned littles earlier. What’s a little?”
“Someone who enjoys age play, spending time roleplaying as if they were much younger.”
Colt nods slowly. “What age?”
Davis shrugs. “Littles come in all ages. Everyone’s kink is different.”
I stare at Colt while he absorbs this information. Ordinarily, I do not get embarrassed about my kink. I own it. But it’s not something I share with outsiders. My vanilla colleagues and friends are unaware of my preferences.
“Okay,” Colt murmurs. “I’ve heard of age play, but I didn’t realize it was so prevalent.”
I shudder. “There’s no way I can share that side of me with someone I don’t know.”
Colt shifts his weight, leaning forward. “I promise I’m not a judgmental person. I don’t want to disrupt your life in any way.”
I plant my hands firmly on my thighs, my voice rising. “You don’t want to disrupt my life? You’ve just told me that some unknown group of people might be planning to kidnap me and sell me into sex slavery, and you’re not sure who is following me, and you don’t want to disrupt my life?” I’m panicking.
Colt’s face tightens. “You’re right. I’m sorry. My primary goal is to protect you.”
Another thought comes to mind. “Why isn’t someone still after Britney?” I ask.
Davis opens his mouth and then hesitates. “She… Well, to be honest, that’s incredibly personal. I’ll let her tell you if she’s comfortable sharing.”
I blink at him in complete confusion. What a clusterfuck. I know Britney. We’ve spent time together. We’re both littles. We’ve colored and played games and any number of things in the daycare room. I had no idea she’d been the target of human trafficking, and I can’t fathom what her personal secret might be.
I rub my forehead with two fingers. I’m shaking. “Now what? I’m just supposed to go home and hope no one kidnaps me?”
“I’ll be watching you.”
I jerk my gaze to Colt. “From where? Jesus. How the fuck am I going to sleep? Unless you’re planning to watch me from my bed, I don’t see how I’m going to relax until you catch these fuckers.”
Colt draws in a slow breath. “Obviously, I’m not going to sleep in your bed, but I’ll be happy to sleep on your couch. It would be ideal, actually. I would never insist on so deeply infiltrating your life, but we’ll both sleep better if I do.”
I cringe and flatten my entire hand over my face now, swiping it downward. I can’t believe this is happening. I stare at the floor for a long time, thinking through my options. When I consider going home alone, I feel panic rising. But this cop is…too sexy for his own good. On top of that, he may not know a damn thing about age play, but he puts off serious Dom vibes that could have Daddy characteristics, which is a dangerous thing for me to think.
The way he stares at me with such intensity makes me squirm, and this is not a sensation I’m used to. I’ve never mixed my kink with sex. I don’t sleep with the Daddies I submit to. I come to the club, arrange for a specific scene, pretend to be naughty, get my butt spanked, and return home where I sleep like the dead.
Getting disciplined is a stress reliever for me. Like I’ve explained to Leah, we both like to get spanked. It’s invigorating. I just choose to set the scene in such a way that I pretend that my spanking is a necessary punishment. Whereas, Leah just flat-out asks someone to spank her, bends over, and pulls up her skirt.
I don’t know why I like the game I play, but I do. It’s not that I’m a brat… Okay, maybe I am. Or I could be if I had a deeper relationship with someone. It’s just never happened. My scenes are for the evening. An hour or two. We both go home. I don’t have sex with them.
My heart is beating too fast. This cop has the power to bring me to my knees. If I met him in a bar, I’d go home with him for a one-night stand. He’d never know about my little side. It’s another persona altogether. The lines don’t usually blur.
But now? I’d like this man to spank me so hard I cry and then fuck me clear into tomorrow.
I shudder, shaking off the ridiculous thoughts. I’m in serious trouble here. I need to make a decision. I glance at Colt and lick my lips. “I don’t even know you,” I point out, stalling.
Julius interrupts. “I can verify he is who he says he is. I spoke to his boss at the precinct. He is indeed an undercover cop working on this case.”
I’m breathing hard. “Fine. Okay. Let’s say you stay in my apartment, what happens when whoever is following me finds out?”
“He won’t. Not for now. We’ll worry about that later. Tonight, I’ll arrive after you and make sure no one knows what unit I enter when I get there.”
I nod slowly. That will work. Not forever, but for today. “Okay.” My shoulders drop.
Davis stands and comes to me, setting a hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry this is happening. I’ve been there, or rather Britney has been in your shoes. Come to our house tomorrow for dinner. We can help Colt understand age play and you can take some time to
