“So I’m taking precautions against that. The Okada tech team is scouring the Internet for anything untoward regarding me. The legal team is crafting a letter. A copy of it will go to Naomi’s family, so they understand the seriousness of the situation.” His smile was decidedly sharklike. “No one wants to cross Okada’s legal department. One of the best in Japan.”
“What did my parents say?”
“I told them they didn’t need to wait around today to hear your answer. That you’d made the choice to stay with me long before my vengeful ex-girlfriend attempted to wreak havoc with our lives.”
“That’s it?”
Ronin cornered her. “No, baby, that’s not it. I told them I loved you and I’d never hurt you. Which is the truth.”
“How did they respond?”
“I didn’t give them a chance to pull me into a pointless argument. I said if they wanted to cut you out of their lives, it was their loss. Because I would be in your life for good.”
Amery stared at the fierceness coloring his eyes.
“The only thing that matters to me is that you love me and trust in me.”
“I do. You know I do. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He twined a section of her hair around his finger. “How did I get so lucky to have a woman like you fall in love with a man like me?”
“Ronin, I think the luck is all on my side.”
“How about if I pick you up after work and take you to dinner? We’ve haven’t done any of that couple stuff you’re so fond of.”
“I’d love that.”
“It’s a date.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Let’s eat breakfast.”
She eyed the muffins. They looked utterly disgusting. “I’m not really hungry.”
He laughed. “As soon as I’m gone, you’ll sneak back up here and have a cookies-and-cream Pop-Tart, won’t you?”
Amery smiled. “Busted. I don’t see why every meal of the day has to be healthy.”
“What you feed the body, feeds the mind and feeds the soul.”
“Your body might be a temple, but mine isn’t,” she retorted.
“Wrong. I worship your body plenty.” He kissed her in that thoroughly mind-boggling way that left her clinging to him and cursing him. Her tingling lips made her tingling body parts very jealous.
“Are we okay?”
“I am. I really am.” She blew out a slow breath. “Maybe before you take off we should load some of my stuff into your car for you to take up to the penthouse.”
Pure satisfaction shone in his eyes. “It would be my greatest pleasure.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“WHAT was that swivel thing you did with your tongue?”
Ronin smiled against Amery’s neck. “Liked that?”
“I think my scream indicated that I did.”
“I wish I could tell you it was from the Kama Sutra or something I saw in a shunga print, but I think I saw it in porn.”
Amery pushed back and looked at him. “You watch porn?”
“Baby, every man under the age of seventy watches porn. Those who claim they don’t? Are lying.” He twisted a chunk of her hair around his finger. “It doesn’t reflect on you, that you aren’t giving me what I need in bed. I just like watching people have sex. It’s fucking hot; it turns me on, and the added bonus? I pick up new things to do for you.”
“So I shouldn’t feel threatened or like you’re imagining me with another guy? Or maybe another girl?”
Ronin tugged her hair, bringing her closer. “I don’t share. Ever. And the thought of anyone ever putting their hands on this body? I’m deciding which bone-breaking techniques I’ve learned that would bring the most pain.”
“But you don’t mind people looking at me?”
“On those sexy book covers? No.” Amery had just finished the preliminary mock-up cover for Tangled Together, the third book in Cherry Starr’s erotic series. “I’m still blown away that you reworked a still shot from the club demo video and kept the sensuality of the scene without exposing our faces. So not only are you cover-model hot, you’re very talented.”
“Thank you. So are you. Your rope work is stunning.” She paused. “It’s really a shame you’ve sworn off public demos.”
Shocked, he said, “What?”
Her eyes turned serious. “Look, I’ve wrestled with bringing this up with you, so I’m just going to say it straight out; I don’t want you to give up such an integral part of who you are.”
Ronin stared at her silently, unsure if he’d heard her correctly.
“I’m not saying this because I’ve got some secret desire for you to bind me in front of large crowds at a sex club on a regular basis. But, sweetheart, a sex club isn’t the only place you can teach and give demos. You have plenty of space at the dojo to offer private lessons. You could hold basic beginner classes on tying techniques for couples, or offer classes to Doms and Dommes who want to learn advanced techniques. You are a master—and that comes with responsibilities. You have to teach and pass on those skills. I would feel guilty if your hesitation to continue demo teaching was solely because of me.”
“It’s not.” He brushed his knuckles across her jaw. “Haven’t you noticed that I tend to have the all-or-nothing mind-set?”
She gasped with total sarcasm. “No. Really?”
He playfully swatted her rear.
“There is a catch, however.” Amery smiled—all teeth. “I am your rope model. Your only rope model, whether we do a full demo or a simple chest harness. I’ll be whatever you need.”
“Baby, you already are what I need.” And she was. He slanted his lips over hers, starting the kiss out at a slow pace, reveling in how she unraveled him. He’d just cranked up the intensity when he heard the ping of the elevator doors.
That ripped him out of the moment. “What the hell?” No one breached his inner sanctum.
“Maybe there’s an emergency at the dojo.” Amery was looking over her shoulder, and the movement caused the gap in her robe to widen.
Momentarily distracted by the sight of her taut nipple, he glanced up when Amery stiffened. Then his gaze followed hers to the woman standing in the entrance to the living room.
“Mother? What are you doing here?”
At the word mother, Amery scooted off his lap so quickly she nearly fell.
His mother answered in Japanese and crossed the room.
Protocol demanded he stand. He met his mother halfway. After pressing his cheek to hers, he offered her a slight bow. “What a surprise.”
“Not an unpleasant surprise, I hope.”
“Never.”
She laid her hand on his cheek, and her eyes scrutinized every inch of his face. “Ronin-san. You look wonderful.”
“As do you, Okasan.” At age sixty-three, his mother was still an attractive woman.
“Who let you up here?”
“Your sister. Her greeting was less . . . enthusiastic than yours.”
“Is everything okay? You never—”
“Everything is fine with me and your grandfather.”
“So would you like to sit?” And tell me why the hell you’re here?
“In a bit. I’d like a tour of your home first.”
Amery secured the robe. “I’ll just ah, go . . . get dressed.”
Ronin tugged her to his side. “Amery, this is my mother, Tamara Okada. Okasan, this is my”—everything—“Amery.”