“They’ve agreed to it,” she says, her smile beaming brighter.
“You are fucking amazing,” I say in awe, because no doubt they’re offering to settle because of Emma’s well-crafted questions. She did so much research and knew the elements they’d need to prove their case so well, she was able to hone in with incredible specificity on all the ways in which they’d fail to meet their burden. Their attorneys know when they answer those questions, the case is going to collapse.
“Well, not really,” she sort of mumbles with her gaze dropping down.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I reiterate firmly, and then I nod my head toward her computer. “So jump on it. Write him back and tell him we’ll pay it.”
“I think we should make a counter offer,” Emma says as her head tilts back up and she gets a little competitive gleam in her eyes. “I mean… if one hundred thousand is their original offer, I’m sure they’d accept less.”
Pushing up from the couch, I walk over to Emma and pull her up from her chair. Smiling down at her, I say, “Look at you… just itching for a legal fight, aren’t you?”
She gives me a sheepish smile. “It is kind of fun knowing they’re on the run.”
Laughing, I tug on her hand and turn to the bedroom, leading her down the short hallway. “We’ll pay the offer to just be done with it.”
She tugs back and I stop, looking over my shoulder at her. “Well… I should email him back then.”
I pull on her hand until she walks right into me. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bend my head to give her a quick kiss before saying, “Let them stew a bit. And we’ll go ‘celebrate’ this win in the bedroom.”
I expect her to laugh, and for her eyes to sparkle with desire and mischief, but she just looks back at me solemnly. “Once that case is finished, you don’t need me anymore.”
And fuck… a pain stabs me in the center of my chest at the thought. “Well, maybe we should hold off for a few days. Well, maybe for a few weeks.”
“A few weeks would be good,” she says upon a soft breath, and it gets me right in the goods—by that I mean my heart—that she wants to stay with me on tour as much as I want her to. The woman who couldn’t wait to get back to Raleigh to take a new job doing contract law wants to travel the country with a rock star.
It takes nothing but a few moments to get Emma into the bedroom, shut the door on Sirius’ face before he can come in, and get her naked. She’s riding high on her achievement, feeling the burst of confidence that comes with it, and looks like she could handle something a bit dirtier than what we normally do.
This thought causes me to go achingly hard, and I make quick work of getting her ready.
This means I instruct her to get on the bed on her hands and knees, facing the top of the bed where a headboard would normally be. Of course, there’s not one, just the ledge to the large window in the back of the bus.
I can actually see her body trembling with anticipation, perhaps a little bit of unease, as she positions her naked body as I ask, and then looks back at me over her shoulder.
Christ… I could bust a nut just at the way she looks right now.
So trusting but not without adventure in her look.
I take a moment and pull open the top drawer of a built-in dresser on the adjacent wall, rummage around, and pull out two ties. Why I brought them on tour with me isn’t as nefarious as you might think. I had no intention of using them for anything else other than to dress up a suit in case the occasion called for me to wear one.
But now… they’re going to get put to better use.
I walk up to the edge of the bed. “Give me your wrist.”
Emma eyes the ties in my hand warily, but she immediately complies, rising up to just her knees. I tie her wrist in one silk tie, and then secure the other end of it to a lighted wall sconce to the left of the window. Her eyes flare wide when she gives it a tug and finds some play in it but that it does have a limit to how far she can move.
“Don’t pull too hard,” I warn her. “Those things aren’t all that secure.”
“Oh,” she says as she lets her arm go lax.
I give her a wicked smile. “And trust me… what I’m going to do to you… you’re going to want to pull hard.”
Emma’s face flushes and her nipples tighten.
Which makes me take the short route to get her other wrist secured. I crawl across the bed behind Emma, pressing my clothed body up against her naked one. She shivers and, without me even asking, offers her other wrist. I chuckle and tie it up, murmuring, “There’s my adventurous girl.”
Once it’s secured to the other sconce, I take a moment to lean back and examine my handiwork. Emma on her knees in the center of the bed with her arms spread wide as if she’s praying to the heavens.