Dungeon Time (Play at Work) Read Online Free

credit card. “I’m sure she’d be delighted to move in.”
    “There was a new blonde at the club last night.” He tossed a few bills on the table for a tip. “Roland’s property, but he offered her to me.”
    Randolph gaped. “That doesn’t sound like him. Why would he do that?”
    Edward shrugged. He wouldn’t share the other Dom’s confidences. “I suppose he had his reasons. She’s absolutely stunning, platinum blonde, slender, and took everything Roland dished out and Virginia, too, but I don’t think she’s for me.”
    “He let Virginia have at her?”
    Another image overlaid Brigid’s—Anna, black curls tumbling about her shoulders, smooth cheeks luring him to touch. Her thighs would be rounded, grippable. Not slim like the other girl, she offered luscious curves. “But no.” He stood, waiting while Randolph signed the slip and pocketed his receipt. “Thanks for lunch.”
    “Not that you ate it.” Randolph opened his car door and stilled, an expression of amazement widening his eyes. “Are you telling me you want to settle down?”
    Edward climbed into the passenger seat and buckled his belt. “I think so. Shocked?”
    “More than that. The great Dom Edward, scourge of the Underdungeon, ready to take a wife.” He shook his head and started the car. “Anyone in mind?”
    Could he say? “Maybe.”
    “Not that mahogany goddess you went out with a few times? From the club across town?”
    Edward closed his eyes. “No. I’m almost afraid to say.” He smoothed his palms on his thighs, imagining her hands there. “But I’ll tell you so you can shoot me down and I can go on with my fun life.”
    Randolph threw him a glance then returned his attention to the road. “I’m intrigued. Go on.”
    “Anna.”
    He jerked the car to the side of the street and stopped. “My Anna? From my office?”
    “Yes, your receptionist.”
    “I’d never have dreamed….” Randolph gripped the steering wheel and stared ahead. “She’s not one of us. I’m sure you know that.”
    “Neither was Mona when you met.”
    “True, but she likes what we do together. She’s a natural.”
    Edward pulled out his phone and scrolled through emails. Nothing urgent. “You got lucky with her. I don’t anticipate being so fortunate. Play is great, but what about having a home life? A family?”
    Randolph pulled back into traffic, shaking his head. “I’ve never heard you talk like this. What brought on the sudden urge for the pitter patter of little feet?”
    “If I wait much longer, I’ll be too old to play catch with my boys, to beat up the young men who want to take out my daughters. My father died when he was my age. Not that he’d ever played with us anyway. It was all business with him, and my mother is still more concerned with her high society friends than my sister’s kids, her own grandchildren.”
    “ Okay, you want a family. But jeez, how many kids are you talking about?” He signaled and pulled into the parking structure. “But even if you want enough for a baseball team, why Anna? She’s very pretty, of course, but so are all the other women you get involved with.”
    Edward slipped his phone back in his pocket. “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Smart, funny, wholesome, and she makes me hard every time I see her.”
    “Helpful in the baby-making department.”
    He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I should think so—especially since it usually takes more than a pretty face and bodacious ta tas to get me that way .” Ignoring his friend’s quirked eyebrow, Edward went on. He needed to tell someone. “I’m prepared to give up the club, the lifestyle, to have a family with Anna.”
    Randolph released the door handle and settled back in his seat. “Sure your decision isn’t a midlife crisis? Vanilla guys step out of their comfort zones at our age, too. Fast cars, younger women, crazy sex. Maybe , for you, it’s the reverse.”
    “A little of that, too, maybe. But I never intended to