It still didn’t make it right.
“What Wolfe is saying is t
hat we’re paid well and our expenses are small, well, except for Aleki’s Tim-Tam habit. Those cost a fortune to ship over.” Caleb winked at her.
“Well worth it, though.” The big man rubbed his tummy.
“You’ll also need a new vibrator. Are there any other sex toys you’d like?” Wolfe asked.
“Umm, no, I’m good,” she squeaked out.
“Sure? Clit tickler? One of those eggs that goes up inside you? Some special bath toys?” Wolfe asked her.
“Why don’t you get a few things, man?” Aleki suggested. “We’ll put them to good use.”
“Oh God.” She put her hands over her face in mortification. Just swallow me up, Lord. Please.
“And lube, lots of lube,” Aleki added. “Butt plugs, too.”
“Aleki!”
“What? I’ve got to prepare you properly.”
“Handcuffs,” Caleb said. “And a spreader bar.”
She moved her hands to glare at him. Out of all of them, she thought he would be on her side. He grinned back at her. “What? You’re not the only one who wants toys.”
She groaned.
“Sip your drink, Genevieve, or I’ll have to make a note on your behavior chart,” Wolfe warned.
Turning, she aimed her glare at him. He raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly down at her drink. Huffing out a breath, she took a few more sips. Somehow, she thought Wolfe would be as analytical and precise in his discipline as everything else. Which might not bode well for her bottom.
She squirmed in her seat at the idea of going over his knee. It both intrigued and horrified her.
Urgh. This was madness.
“I’ll order all this when we’re home,” Wolfe told them.
She still didn’t like the idea of all that money spent on her.
“Remember, we’re a family,” Aleki told her. “What’s ours is yours. I know it can be tough to get your head around, but this is the way it works. We pool everything together.”
“I have nothing to offer, though.”
“Everything you have to offer is far more important than money,” Caleb told her. He leaned forward to take her hands in his. His hands were warm, calloused and she shivered at the idea of him running them over her body. He smiled as though he could sense her thoughts. “What you bring us is invaluable. It can’t be measured.”
“What’s that?”
“Happiness,” he told her. “And you can’t put a price on it, okay?”
“Well, some people can,” Wolfe said. “If a Ferrari makes you happy then you know the price of your happiness, yeah?”
“Yes, but this is a different sort of happiness,” Caleb said.
Wolfe seemed to think that over then he looked at her. “Hmm. Yes. More risk. More reward.”
“Exactly.” Caleb gave her a satisfied look. Like a King who’d battled and won.