Chapter 9
It was thirty minutes to eight o’clock on a Saturday night, and Lucian was wearing new ruts in the floors as he paced the lower level of his home. In his hands he held a portable security panel, and the monitor showed a view of the front of the house, driveway, and porch, but thoughts of imminent threat, ongoing trials, or criminal activity couldn’t be further from Lucian’s mind.
Lucian was waiting on his beloved to join him for their very first night of negotiated play. He checked the clock and snarled at the measly minute that had passed since his last look. He marched through the family room and checked the setup he had arranged for himself and Shea for the hundredth time. Lucian never played in his home, but he wasn’t about to engage in a scene with his Shea in anything app
