Free Incognito: Sinful by Madison Layle Page B

interesting, exciting, and unique. And she tried to focus more on that faint tingle of eager anticipation inside her core than her unfounded worries.
    She smiled at Jon who studied her with a gaze that had always been far too observant for her own good.
    Without a word, he took her purse from her, handing it off to Jackson in the car, and her angst increased tenfold.
    But why?
    He soothed her troubled thoughts with a caress of her cheek and soft press of lips to her temple. “Try not to think so much, my luscious counselor,” he whispered, at last making her smile genuine. He was always teasing her about worrying and thinking too hard when all she really needed to do was feel and enjoy.
    He pulled a dark cloth from a pocket and slipped the blindfold around her head. As her world went black, she quivered at the thought that someone else might enter the parking garage and see her like this. She whimpered.
    “Shh.” Jon’s hot breath warmed her ear.
    Before guiding her into the limo, he used what felt like a second cloth to bind her wrists in front of her. In seconds, however, she was safe and secure inside the back of the limo, and they were off to parts unknown. She assumed they were headed home, but she could sense the turn the chauffeur made and soon realized something wasn’t right.
    “We aren’t going home?” she asked, still seated between her quiet husbands.
    “Care to repeat that, pet, correctly this time?” Jackson said, speaking for the first time.
    She turned her face toward his voice. “We aren’t headed home, Master?”
    “No.”
    She turned to Jon. “The club, Sire?” she asked, wondering if they were going to Incognito, a members-only BDSM club they favored.
    “No,” Jon answered with a tender stroke of his palm along her thigh. “Just sit back and relax. We’ll be at our destination soon enough.”
    A little later, the limo slowed and Jackson instructed, “Slip off your heels. You won’t need them where we’re going.”
    She wanted to ask what he meant but didn’t. When she stepped barefoot from the car, she could pick up the scent of salty sea air, the calls of seagulls, and the faint slap of waves against the shore. One of her husbands lifted her into his arms, and with a surprised squeak, she clung to him.
    The men thanked the chauffeur and waited for the limo to pull away before they moved…along a boardwalk or pier, judging by the sounds their footsteps made. Minutes later, they stood onboard a boat of some kind, perhaps a yacht. From the brief conversation Jon had with someone he’d called “captain”, she knew the vessel was much more than a small watercraft.
    But they didn’t remove the blindfold even after letting her feet touch the deck.
    “Let’s head to the bow,” Jon suggested before they took her by the arms.
    They guided her to the bow and stood together at the rail as the captain moved the boat away from the pier and out to sea. The breeze felt wonderful across her face, through her hair.
    They hadn’t traveled far when Jackson…her master…unbound her wrists and ordered, “Remove your blazer.”
    They were still above deck, probably within view of the captain and countless other boaters, but she obeyed. With one hand clasping the rail for stability, she maneuvered out of her jacket and felt someone take it from her. A creak sounded nearby as she envisioned him opening a bench seat and dropping her blazer inside.
    “The skirt and blouse, too,” Jackson added.
    Working with only one hand, it took a bit longer, but she managed to get her blouse unbuttoned then felt one of them peel the silk material from her body.
    The cool ocean breeze made her nipples pucker beneath her bra. Goose bumps spread across her arms, and she took deep breaths, loving the naughty sensations her actions inspired.
    Her husbands hadn’t been called the Masters of Sin at Club Incognito for nothing—even if the name had originally been meant as a play on their Sinclair surname. They had