Minuit à Paris blindfold

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Jace smoothed her skirt back down. And that’s when she got confirmation they weren’t staying here at all. There’d be no need for any extra layers.

She wet her lips. “Can I ask where we’re going?” 

“You can, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to answer you,” Jace said.


Jace laughed. “Our captive isn’t very polite.”

“That’s okay,” Andre said, close enough for his breath to tickle her cheek. “I don’t mind her putting up a fight. We both know who’s going to win.”

She shivered at the threat. Because she knew exactly who always won when she let go of her reservations and put her trust in these two—she did.

But it still didn’t make it easy to let go of her natural need for control. “Two days, guys, seriously. I love you and you know I’m usually game for anything, but two days is all I can afford to take off. I have—“

A hand pressed over her lips again. “Enough, bella. You’re ours. Neither of us is asking permission to be penciled in on your schedule. You’re coming with us for as long as we require.” 

Part of her still wanted to protest more about this not being a good time, that she had things to do, that maybe she wasn’t in the right headspace for this anyway. But the other part of her trusted that they had her best interests in mind. They probably were taking her for a night or two at The Ranch. Work could wait for a couple of days. And this would be way more fun. 

Because another highly effective way to chase away melancholy feelings was a whole different kind of To Do list—one where she only had to follow instructions, one where she surrendered it all, where everything else fell away and she could settle into the sweet refuge of submission to these men.

There the worries couldn’t touch her. 

At least for a little while.

She lowered her head. “When do we leave?”

“Now. Wyatt said the jet would be ready to go by noon.”

Her head snapped up. “Jet?”

Jace stepped around her and kissed her nose. “Welcome to your kidnapping, love. Hope you enjoy the flight.”


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