Page 51 of The Devil’s Detail (The Greystone Family: Greystone Brothers #2)

Mr Jameson Bonney

A year later. March in LA.

I spot my quarry laughing with his sister in the kitchen.

He’s lost the black suit jacket. The expensive white shirt that hugs the torso gifted from the gods has the top buttons undone, his bowtie unraveled with each end hanging around his neck.

It’s the stuff of dreams. Well, certainly mine.

Suit trousers fitted to perfection. The body underneath it even better. Worked to an inch of its life.

Believe me, I know.

Brandishing the golden statue, he’s still shaking his head in astonishment.

Putting it on the side board, he proudly displays it for all to see.

He’s done the after party, the after the after party, and now we’re at the end game.

At Marcus Russell's house. It was a legendary party venue back in the day. Or should I say Kellen Russell’s home?

Because now it’s a legendary family home. And we are all family.

I watch as the face of the man I want—the one who captured my heart two years ago—changes to one of puzzlement and distrust. The administrator from the club CAshO has just entered the house, escorted by Freddie, my agent.

He smiles at the unsmiling Jackson Greystone, as that is who he is here to see.

“Mr Stone. Fabulous evening. Congratulations.” The administrator smiles warmly at him.

“Why, I didn’t win anything. And what are you doing here?” Oh dear. Blunt, to the point. Cold. I watch as his sister does a double take at his tone. “Who let you in?” he continues, his voice rising a bit. “And again, what are you doing here?”

Kellen Russell and Xander Barclay both head over to evict the trespasser in their midst.

“Who the fuck are you? How did you get in?” Kellen is flexing his muscles. Both these men are ridiculous specimens. The finest. But my eyes are only ever on Mr Stone.

“I have some papers for Mr Stone to sign.” The administrator is unruffled.

“I’m sorry, I’m Evie, but who are you? And why do you keep calling him Mr Stone?” Evie is trying tact before she starts to throw him out. Or throw things at him. It’s a toss up on which flies first.

“I’m an administrator. At CAshO,” the man tells her.

She looks from Jackson to him. “ The administrator?” Her inflection on that one little word tells me she knows who he is. She smirks and looks at her big brother. “Right. Well, I’ll leave you to it, Jackson.”

“What? Why are we leaving him to it?” Kell looks confused. “And what papers. Do we need a lawyer?”

Jackson looks around the room. As if he’s searching for someone. And then he brings his eyes back to the administrator.

“No, we don’t need a lawyer. Let me nip out and sort this out.”

“No, we don’t know what he wants, and I’m not letting him loose in this house. My kids are here,” Kellen states.

Xander grins at Kell indulgently, but turns his determined eyes onto the administrator, flexing his muscles. He’s more than ready to be on eviction duties if needs be.

“Well, to be honest, all these documents need signing separately next door in the pool house. It’s been specifically specified that Mr Stone needs to be there to sign them.”

“The fucking pool house? No. Jackson, get Ash. You, out.” Kell points to the door. Jackson doesn’t take his eyes from the administrator.

“It’s fine, Kell. Let Jackson deal with this,” Evie states, kissing her husband. “See you tomorrow, brother.”

“Fucking tomorrow? Why are you letting him go? What are those?” Kell plucks the paperwork out of the administrator’s hands.

“NDAs. Mr Bonney?” Kell reads, drawing out the name, and his head lifts to look Jackson in the eye.

“Well, well. Tell Mr Jameson Bonney I’m fucking impressed.

Clearly one prize is not enough for him.

” He throws his head back and laughs. “Fucking Bonney.” He wanders off, dragging his wife and husband with him.

“This way, sir.” I watch as Jackson follows the man out of the house into the pool house.

Signs the paperwork as the administrator explains the situation to him.

“This one states you have to be blindfolded.” Jackson nods.

“This one states you have to be tied. I have the cord here.” He hangs the cord over Jackson’s wrist. “You can’t ask Mr Bonney to remove the blindfold.

He won’t. But you have to agree to go along with anything he asks you to do. ”

Jackson gives him a look. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to tell Mr Bonney that I won’t do it.

I have a husband who I am in love with, and I won’t cheat on him.

Regardless of Mr Jameson Bonney's recent star status. And the fact he caught that spy in the mountains. My husband means more to me than that.” Jackson sounds so serious, his voice like gravel. Oh sweet God, the man is sex on legs.

My heart flips over. To hear this man say he loves someone. To deny what I am asking because of another man. I need to make sure he knows his husband doesn’t mind.

I step out of the shadows but am behind him. He can’t see me. But I am sure he hears me walk in.

“Put the blindfold on Mr Stone,” I state in my best cut glass voice, and watch as the hairs on the back of his neck rise. “I have permission from your husband. Do you need it in writing?”

He shakes his head, and I see the smirk as he turns his head, taking the blindfold from the administrator.

Once it’s in place, I walk up behind him, letting my body touch his. I hear the hiss of his breath. Feel his body tense, then shiver. It’s delicious.

The administrator looks over at me, nods ever so slightly, and walks out. It’s just us now—me and Mr Stone.

“Hello again, Mr Stone. It seems we keep meeting like this.”

He grunts as I move my hand around to touch his cock. It’s as hard as granite underneath the dress trousers. His head drops backwards, seeking out my mouth, and I spin him around and kiss him long and hard.

“Oh fuck this. Jackson,” I say in my normal voice.

“Why, Mr Bonney? Are you really Carter Maywood? I can’t believe it.” He lifts the blindfold and smirks at me.

“Can you love me? As Carter? Now that my mask is off.” The beg, the very plea in my voice is front and centre.

“Every fucking day. Now tie me up and put this blindfold back on, Jameson Bonney, superstar spy. And make it good for King and Country.” His eyes dance as they disappear behind the silk. My mouth dries as I pull it in place and caress his face.

“Why, Mr Stone. Your wish is my command.”

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