The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood Book 3) by Nikki Sloane

Author:Nikki Sloane [Sloane, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance, contemporary romance, romance, menage
Publisher: Shady Creek Publishing
Published: 2021-02-22T18:30:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

Two days after Clay returned to his jobsite, E met me at the house, followed me down the basement stairs, and proceeded to carry out the detailed plan Clay had crafted for him. I wore nothing but a pair of open-toed polka dot heels that had an ankle strap, and while E couldn’t say anything, I was fairly certain he liked them.

Once I started wearing my shoes during our sessions, I began to think of them in a new way. My green crocodile pumps had been the riding crop. I’d worn my gray and red plaid heels the first time I’d felt the sweet agony of a cane. Each design became paired with a scene.

I wanted to wear a new set each time, but at this rate, I’d have to go shoe shopping by the end of the month.

What a terrible burden.

I smirked.

Clay noticed my shoes too because he loved details and didn’t miss much.

Clay: Wear your red stilettos with the metal heel tonight.

He meant my ruby suede shoes with a rose gold heel. Last time I’d worn them, E had placed a line of clothes pins on the insides of my thighs. Would I be seeing more of those this evening?

The answer was yes.

And my pattern continued that whenever my pain or my pleasure reached its highest point, the two men would blur and become one. It was my favorite part of the session, the moment where I felt . . .

Complete.

It was two more weeks and six pairs of shoes later when we hit our first snafu. Up until that point, everything had run smoothly—just as Clay had scripted—until the night I’d spent twenty minutes petting Noir while waiting for his phone call.

Had something happened? He was never late. If we said eight o’clock, my phone always buzzed a few minutes before. I could tell he liked to talk to me prior to Mr. E’s arrival.

Worry grew much larger when E didn’t show up. The doorbell never rang, and his hulking figure didn’t appear at the front door.

Was it possible I’d gotten my days mixed up? I began to thumb out a text when finally a FaceTime call popped up on my screen.

“Hey.” I did my best to sound light and casual. “I was starting to worry about you.”

“Hi. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.” Gone was Clay’s normal confidence. He looked flustered. “There’s been a change in plans.”

He’d told me, more than once, how much he disliked that, and my stomach flipped over. “What’s going on?”

“Mr. E had a work emergency.”

“Oh. I hope everything’s okay.” It was a force of habit. “What does he do?”

His expression locked down. “I’d prefer not to say.”

I pushed out a breath that may have sounded frustrated, and when Clay’s expression filled with disappointment, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You can’t expect me not to be curious about him.”

I mean, I’d been fucking him for weeks, although Clay would have probably argued I’d been fucking him for weeks.

His shoulders sagged as he rubbed the crease developing in the center of his forehead.

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