I drew in a sharp breath and my fingers tensed into the hard muscle under the expensive fabric of his suit.

His eyes held mine and one finger slid deeper then traced the fabric of my thong, pressing in and gliding down, down…

My lips parted.

“Just checkin’,” he muttered, his hands retreating then smoothing my skirt over my bottom.

I swallowed.

Then, my voice low and slightly throaty, I asked softly, “Can you do my bracelet? I can’t get the clasp.”

“Give it to me,” was Knight’s answer which I correctly took as a yes.

I did then gave him my wrist and dipped my head to watch him work the clasp.

“Your girl, Vivica,” he said as he attached the bracelet. “She do only brothers or does she prefer other flavors?”

He finished with the clasp and my eyes went to his to see his on me.

“She prefers her own kind,” I answered.

“She got any kink?” he went on and my head gave a slight jerk then tipped to the side.

“Kink?”

“Kink. She a freak?”

“Um…”

His hands came to my h*ps and gave them a squeeze.

“She into deep shit? Serious shit?”

“Well, we haven’t gotten into specifics but I think she just likes to give over control and I know she likes to be a bad girl occasionally. Though, I did open the floodgates of that, she knows she can share with me and she didn’t describe anything like that. I got the sense she was relieved she could talk about it at all so she would and didn’t. So, my guess, no.”

“Find out,” he ordered and I blinked.

Then I asked quietly, “Why?”

“Heard the boys talkin’, there’s a brother who’s lookin’ to own and his goal is to possess a woman properly which means, long-term. He’s seen your girl and flat out said he wanted to bring her to heel. I asked a few questions, he’s way into that shit but like me. He wants all woman and sweet. He absolutely does not want kink. She’s that woman, I’ll give him the high sign.”

I stared at him and I knew my eyes were big at the thought of Knight Sebring, matchmaking.

Then I breathed, “Really?”

One side of his lips curled up and his hands slid to the small of my back bringing me close as he muttered, “Really.”

I arched back an inch and tipped my head to the side again. “Can you vouch for him?”

I watched and smiled a small smile as Knight burst out laughing.

Then he pulled me closer, one hand staying at the small of my back, one hand gliding up to between my shoulder blades when he said, “Uh… what he does with his hands, mouth and dick, no. I cannot vouch for him and I’m not goin’ there. They hook up, that’s up to your girl to find out. If you mean is he a good guy? Absolutely.”

I relaxed into him and murmured, “Okay.” Then my hand slid up to his neck and my fingertips drifted through the hair curling at his neck. “Do you guys talk about that, um… stuff a lot?”

“If you’re askin’ do I share how much I get off on bein’ your Daddy, f**k no. No one knows shit about me and definitely not about you. Can they guess about me and us, probably. My desire for control is not a secret. That said, Rhashan’s a man who knows who he is, doesn’t give a f**k what anyone thinks of him, likes to get off like he likes it so if he’s recruiting, he asks around and he’s choosy.” He grinned. “The club’s the club, babe. Boys know and get a lotta pu**y. A bitch is that way, they’ll know and throw her his way. And your girl is that way. Club pu**y, usually not worth it. One-time deal. What I know of your girl, Rhash will think he hit the f**kin’ mother lode.”

I started giggling and Knight smiled as he watched me do it.

My fingers drifted back through the hair at his neck and my eyes dropped to watch before going back to his.

Then I said quietly, “You need a haircut, honey.”

“Uh… no,” he said quietly back. “Every time I let you use your hands, you get excited, you fist them in my hair. I like to feel you get excited any way including that way. I start lookin’ like a biker or a hippie, I’ll go to the barber. Until then, my baby’s got something to hold onto.”

I melted into him and assured, “You don’t look like a biker or a hippie.”

“Then we’re good,” he muttered, his lips twitching.

“Though, when I have Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays, you look a little like a biker but it’s hot.”

Another lip twitch then, “So we’re still good.”

“Yeah,” I said softly.

His brows went up. “Jeans and Heavy Metal Tee Knight Sundays?”

“Best day of the week,” I whispered. His brows went down, his eyes dropped to my mouth but not before I saw them get dark then his head dropped and he kissed me.

I had to fix my lip gloss and Knight had to go to the bathroom to wipe my old off before he put my ass in his awesome ride and took me to the club.

* * * * *

I wandered in the club my hand in Knight’s, the lights flashing, the music loud but my mind was on the sign on the wall in the alley.

Space Restricted – Mr. Sebring

Mr. Sebring.

I thought about my life two months ago.

I thought about it now.

I thought about my man, Mr. Sebring.

And I was looking to the floor, my lips curved but inside I was smiling wide.

I saw the steps in front of me, Knight already up one and I lifted my foot shod in a sandal that cost nearly nine hundred dollars when I heard:

“Surprise!”

My head jerked back and I saw the VIP podium filled with my friends and bright balloons that shouted, “Congratulations!” and “Graduate!”

Oh my f**king God.

My body froze except my eyes shot to Knight.

He was looking back at me grinning.

I’d received my skin technology certificate on Wednesday.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

I felt my face begin to crumble as emotions overwhelmed me and luckily Knight moved fast or everyone would see me, face smushed, crying. But they didn’t because I was in his arms with my face pressed into his neck.

“Baby,” he whispered in my ear.

“She… she did… didn’t… I was out of the house, on my own. I didn’t get a gra… gra… graduation party in high school,” I stammered into the skin of his neck and his arms gave me a squeeze.