Yvonne frowned. “If Blair knew about everything, why did she keep trying to invite us to dinner?”

“What can I say? She thought the two of you make a good couple.”

Yvonne shook her head. “Just go. And enjoy your honeymoon.”

“We will.” Madison pulled them both in for a hug before walking off.

“Now,” Yvonne took Ruby’s hand again. “Where were we?”

“I just can’t believe it,” Ruby said. “Everything worked out in the end. You got the money. You can help Nita now.”

“You’re right. The money is ours. You’ll get your share, too. But everything I said in there is true. None of that matters to me, not anymore. This marriage of ours was never real. It was never meant to last. But I don’t ever want it to end. I want to spend my life with you. And I promise I’ll never play games with your heart again.”

Ruby’s heart swelled. “I know. I believe you. I trust you. And I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry for the horrible things I said to you. I was so cruel. None of it was true.” She locked eyes with Yvonne. “I meant what I said in there too. I love you, Yvonne.”

“I love you too.”

Yvonne leaned in to kiss her. Ruby deepened the kiss, warmth rising within her. God, how she’d missed her Mistress’s lips. Not to mention all the other parts of her.

Sensing the longing in Ruby’s kiss, Yvonne broke away. “Why don’t we go home and celebrate?”

Ruby smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s just say, I’m not planning to make you a candlelit dinner.” Yvonne leaned in close, her words tickling Ruby’s ear. “Although I can’t guarantee there won’t be kitchen utensils involved.”

Ruby’s cheeks flushed. “All right. Let’s go home.”

Chapter 26

As soon as they stepped through the front door of the apartment, Yvonne pushed Ruby up against the wall, pressing her lips to Ruby’s. Ruby’s soft gasp, the way her body crumbled against Yvonne’s, sent an invigorating shiver through her. Yvonne had to have Ruby, now. She’d already told Ruby how she felt about her.

Now, she was going to show her.

Their lips still locked, Yvonne dragged Ruby through the apartment in a frenzy of passion, heedless of the furniture and doorways they were bumping into. When they reached the door to the playroom, Yvonne pushed Ruby away, eliciting a whimpered protest.

“Wait here,” Yvonne said.

Ruby pouted but obeyed. Yvonne opened the door and entered the room, shutting it behind her. She wanted a moment to prepare herself. More importantly, she wanted to make Ruby wait.

It always made the pleasure so much sweeter.

Yvonne pulled her hair out of the bun she’d put it up in for work, shaking it out so it settled over her shoulders. She removed her coat, slipped out of her heels, and peeled down her pantyhose, taking her panties off in the process. She pushed them under the armchair behind her and sat down in it before sliding her heels back on.