For the briefest moment, he allowed her to press her body against him, allowed her to press her small hand into the front of his pants as she strained to find his cock. Her hot, searching mouth trailed kisses over his throat.

“Please,” she whimpered. “You know Faith will never be enough for you. She’s too young for you. She’s too sweet and innocent. Not like us. Tiny woodland creatures probably follow her wherever she goes. You don’t love her.”

Leo took a step out of her reach. “How do you know that?”

“I pay attention. She doesn’t light you up like I once did. You think such a sweet, virginal type will ever be what you need?” She dropped to her knees at his feet and looked up, all demure temptation. “Please, Sir, take me to the dungeon. You have to let it out, Leo. Let it out with me.”

“I’m getting married, Caprice.” But his resolve was melting, and she knew it. Whether she knew the marriage was a sham or not he couldn’t guess. It wouldn’t make a difference to Caprice. She would hunt what she wanted, when she wanted, with no regard for the sanctity of anyone else’s sexual unions but her own.

“I don’t care. And I’ll give you what you need after you’re married if you want. Please, let me please you.”

“It doesn’t work with us. You’re too deceitful. None of this is real.”

She rolled her eyes. “What difference does it make? No, you don’t own me. I’m not submissive. But I like the things you do to me, and you like doing them. So let’s do them. I’m not asking to be your soul mate. I’m just asking you to use me. You use me. I’ll use you. We’ll both scratch our itches, and then I’ll go away. I promise.”

“That won’t be how it happens.” It had taken an act of God to detach her the last time. Though, she’d been living in New York back then.

“When was the last time you let it out?”

“Months.”

She smiled. “That’s what I thought. I can always tell when you aren’t getting your needs met.”

“I’ll take you to the dungeon on one condition.”

Her eyes sparked. “Name it.”

“As soon as we are done, you will leave this house. You will not stay for the rest of the holidays.”

“But I came with Vinny,” she pouted, already trying to sway him with her useless ploys.

“I’ll call you a cab and I’ll put you up in a nice hotel until Vinny can come get you and take you back to Vegas.” He wasn’t going to have her in the house with Faith if they were going to do this.

He let out a hiss when she pressed her cheek against his crotch. It really had been too long. He’d been living like a priest.

“And… will you come visit me there?”

What harm would it do? He wasn’t in a real relationship with Faith. God knew how long it would be before he got any of his itches scratched again. Then Caprice would be back in Vegas, too far away to be drama.