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“Convenience?”
“Mmm. With the club gone, the membership scattered, most of them staying closer to home in the city. No choice, after all. The lifestyle ain’t just about sex, Olivia; Braun created a family here, rich with friendship, connecting people with others who enjoy the same societal-unapproved activities.”
“But they came back?”
“Invites went out to the original membership only,” was his reply. “New members will be encouraged to join after tonight, but this… this is for family.”
Something warm flushed through her, and this time it had nothing to do with embarrassment or the orgasm he kept dangling in front of her and snatching away.
Did bringing her here tonight mean he considered her part of his family?
“Are you ready, Livvy?”
Nerves flickered and danced as she studied the long building lit with security lights. Beautiful stonework rose four feet from the ground before rustic wood took over, forming the structure. She spotted three cameras tucked beneath the guttering, estimating there wasn’t an inch of the parking lot and drive that wasn’t under surveillance.
A couple strolled across to the portico, arm in arm, and disappeared through the doors.
Olivia sighed as her gaze landed on the three freshly planted yellow bell bushes to the left of the entrance, each one with its own small memorial plaque and light. It wasn’t hard to guess who they were for, just as it was easy to imagine a fourth bush standing for the man sitting beside her.
This was so far out of her wheelhouse. Sex, socializing, submission—the threeSs that made her anxiety skip and frolic in merry delight. She was a hermit, happier in her computer cave than in company, but Zeke made her wish for more. Hegaveher more.
Everything might be new and frightening… no, there was nomight. It was new and frightening, a little exciting and a whole lot intimidating.
She jumped when his palm patted her knee, stiffening reflexively as she expected his fingers to trail up her inner thigh to torment her again. Between her legs was a mess; all hot and swollen, wet and needy.
“Easy, Livvy. Need a few minutes?”
No, sheneededhim to finish what he’d damn well started in his freaking armchair! The reassuring stroke of his thumb wasn’t all that soothing when her clit throbbed jealously, demanding he divert his attention where it was required most. “H-How much longer?”
Chuckling, Zeke picked up her fisted hand and raised it to his lips. The whiskers of his beard tickled her knuckles, his mouth kissed her skin. “Am I being cruel to you, Livvy?”
Her breath huffed out. “Only if you’re purposefully driving me insane.”
“Partly,” he admitted. “The other part is a reminder.”
“Of what?” she demanded, then yelped as his fingers smacked the top of her leg. Realizing her mistake, she amended her tone slightly. “Of what, Sir?”
“Better. A reminder that if you put yourself in harm’s way again…” He stroked a slow circle over the stinging spot on her thigh. “Punishing you is gonna be a lot more fun for me than it is for you.”
“Is this lesson number one, Sir?” she asked, far too breathily for her liking.
“No.” Zeke nipped her knuckles, then let her go and released her seatbelt before undoing his own. “Lesson number one is about to start now: Trusting Your Dom 101.”
Oh, they were really doing this, she thought as he climbed out of the truck and, after shutting his door, sauntered around the hood to open hers. Somehow, her hand slipped into his and allowed him to use it to tug her gently from the interior.
Honestly, she felt ridiculous in this outfit. Dresses were not her style, but he’d been insistent that she not only wear one tonight, butthisparticular one. Of course, after the hour-long drive when his fingers spent too much time teasing her to breaking point, she knew why he’d insisted.
Her upper arms and shoulders were bare aside from the thin black strap attached to the material cupping one breast, circling her neck, to cross over to the other. The dress hugged her tits and waist, stopping low enough on her thighs to at least cover her ass and a few inches of her legs.
A good thing, seeing as she was going commando.
The heels she wore weren’t high, but she still wobbled as she set them on the ground. Sneakers were her footwear of choice, along with her sturdy shitkicker boots. Comfort over style was her preference.
Zeke shut the door and locked the truck, slipping his arm around her waist. The silky material of his suit jacket brushed tantalizingly against the bare length of her spine exposed by the damn dress, sending twitches of sensation radiating outwards.
“I think you know most of the Masters,” he told her as they walked toward the entrance. “Jasper and Atticus are two you’re well acquainted with, and Thane, of course. Braun and Liam, I think you met when I was in the hospital?”
“I’ve met all of them at one time or another.” In the war room during the operation to take Dominic down, at the hospital when they all were dealing with the aftermath. “I’d rather not be reminded that several of your friends are my bosses and coworkers, Zeke. Or that I have to look them in the eyes and relay data to them on Monday morning.”
