Free Wishes by Allyson Young Page A

talk,” she suggested.
    Graham mentally ran through his evening schedule. “I work at ten, honey, so I’m yours until maybe nine.”
    “Your job is something we are definitely going to talk about, Graham.”
    Graham kept his mouth shut. He knew a challenge when he heard one, but now was not the time. Besides, when had he ever watched a woman dress before? He wished she would leave the panties off, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. Kennedy was so cute when she hitched that little skirt up and it flirted around her knees. The high-necked sleeveless blouse seemed a bit schoolmarmish to him, but then he realized she had to cover some marks he had left on her. No wonder she was a cranky pants this morning. And she said she wasn’t a morning person. Well, that would work because he usually didn’t get to bed until dawn or later. But then he might want a piece before he went to sleep. Crap. When would they fit in all the training and the sex if she got a day job? She really needed to consider Patrick’s job offer. Then they would work the same hours, and he could use the club to train her. Except she might get it into her head to want to train him. That freaking fifteen percent.
    He watched Kennedy add silver earrings and bangles to her outfit and step into her pumps. She sashayed into the bathroom and covered her blouse with a towel. Graham saw that she toned down her red face with foundation and a light powder and added a touch of mascara and lipstick. She looked healthy, like someone who spent a lot of time outdoors, and not like a pale damn Yankee or someone who forgot how lethal too much sun could be. She then wound her hair up into a relaxed knot and skewered it near the top of her head with what looked like two chopsticks. Graham was fascinated.
    “What about breakfast?” Graham asked her from his relaxed position in her bathroom doorway. “You look really nice, by the way.”
    “Thanks. I’ll grab a coffee and something down the block before I catch a cab, babe,” she told him. “Lock up, okay? I’ll meet you at Ringo’s at six.”
    Kennedy drifted her lips across his, snagged her bag, and was out the door before Graham could get past being called babe. As an endearment, well, he had hoped for something a bit more manly. But he would take babe the first time she had referred to him as anything other than Graham. Or asshole. He thought he’d grab a few more hours of sleep before heading to the club to change and get ready for their date. He felt a bit of trepidation but was really quite thrilled at the idea. Pussy whipped.

Chapter Six

    Graham surveyed the scene in front of him and worked hard at keeping his focus. He scowled anyway. The sub was gorgeous in her submission, her skin pinkened and glowing from the flogger. She had slipped into sub space some time ago, and her Dom was now using a vibrator to full effect. Graham should have been enjoying her cries of ecstasy and looking forward to her blowing him while her Dom fucked her from behind, but instead he was flaccid and bored. Oh, he’d done his part well. He had coached David through the process in order to provide the best experience for both him and Lana and would ensure Lana had an additional orgasm before the night was over, but he simply wasn’t interested and engaged the way he should be. David already knew that Graham wouldn’t be touching Lana for any personal sexual purpose and had accepted it with only a lift of one eyebrow. David was new at BDSM, but he liked to share, and so did Graham until Kennedy crashed into his life. If the wench had kept their date tonight, or last night, seeing as it was now three o’clock in the morning, then maybe he wouldn’t be in this state of mind. His cock filled at the thought of Kennedy, and he recalled her phone message.
    “Hi, babe. I’m leaving this at the club because someone didn’t leave me a contact number, so hope you get it. It’s Kennedy.” Like he wouldn’t know that voice. The call