Page 28 of Fallen Dane

“That’s a much better girl.”

Whitney moans. She needs praise almost as much as she needs punishment. But what exactly does my wife need to be punished for?

I return my attention to the laptop screen while I stroke the top of her head. I sent Thorne a text to get me access to the cameras at the restaurant as soon as I saw Harrison leave. They are now up on my screen.

Whitney and her friends are in view, and for a while nothing is out of the ordinary. Then Harrison Lockwood approaches their table.

My fingers tighten in her hair as I watch her get up from the table and follow him into an alcove.

I notice the way her body moves. She’s tense and holding her arms across her body. Whitney is scared of him.

I tug at her hair. She gasps but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she rubs her cheek along my thigh.

Whitney’s afraid of something, but she won’t tell me what. That isn’t her choice to make. My wife doesn’t get to keep things from me.

It pisses me off even more that Harrison Lockwood knows information that I don’t.

My phone buzzes. I pick it up off my desk to read the message.

Security: Fox has arrived at the front gate.

I close my laptop and set my phone face down on the desk. “Stand up, kitten.”

Whitney rises, and I take her arm to help steady her.

“Fox is here.” I brush her hair away from her face. “You're about to meet my oldest son with that plug in your ass.”

She frowns but doesn’t argue. She adjusts her dress and checks over her appearance.

There’s a knock on the door, and then Fox appears in the doorway. He’s carrying a file folder and has a wide grin on his face. My son is far too proud of himself.

His eyes flick to Whitney. Then to me. One eyebrow raises slightly, but to his credit, he keeps his fucking mouth shut about whatever smart thing he might want to say.

“Dad.” He turns to Whitney with a slight nod. “Mrs. Sinclair. Congratulations on the marriage.”

Whitney extends her hand, and Fox shakes it. She’s playing the part of the proper wife, and I can’t wait to get her back on her knees.

“Thank you, Fox. It’s nice to meet you.” She looks to me, then back to Fox. “We should have a family dinner soon. I would love to get to know you and your brothers better. And you all still have to meet Sloane.”

“That sounds good.” Fox releases her hand. “Just have Dad summon us when you have made the arrangements.”

I step forward and place my hand on the small of Whitney’s back. Then I let it slide lower to cup her ass. I press against where the plug stretches her, and she stiffens but doesn’t make a sound.

“Go wait for me in our bedroom, kitten.” I lean down to her ear. “You already know how I expect to find you when I arrive.”

Her breath catches. “Yes. Good to see you, Fox.”

I give her ass a swat. She jumps, then hurries out of the room without looking back.

As soon as she’s gone, Fox laughs. “I see why you have been far less demanding of us lately.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just saying, Dad. You actually seem . . . happy. It’s weird as hell.” He drops the file on my desk. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you as a pussy-whipped husband.”

“I’m not fucking pussy-whipped. Keep pushing me, and I’ll select a wife for you before the week is out.”

Fox flippantly waves his hand. “I’ll marry when I’m good and ready. I can get my needs met without a fucking wedding.”