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flush dipping down into her chest. “Good girls keep it deep inside until I’m ready to pull it back out.”

Stepping out from between her legs, I move to her side and graze her left breast with the back of

my hand. I feel the tissue, making a large show of examining her nipple before doing the same on the

other side. She’s breathless with a light sheen of sweat coating her body.

Magnificent.

Skimming my fingers down her stomach, I reach down to slide my fingertips through her lower

lips. She moans ever so softly, but I hear her. I will always hear her. Another small crowd has

gathered, watching us through the windows as I pinch her clit, eliciting a tiny wail from her pretty

little lips.

Garreth hangs out in the doorframe, his expression a mixture of both attentiveness and boredom.

Normally, as with other monitors, he’s able to drift from room to room, peeking in, making sure

everyone’s okay, then stepping back out. But because of my colossal, accidental fuck up, he’s now my

personal babysitter, waiting for the moment I cross a boundary.

He doesn’t have to worry about me, though. Not like that. There’s nothing in the world that will

make me harm Lila—not in any way she wouldn’t enjoy. She’s embedded herself so deeply into me,

that I can’t bear the thought of causing any undue pain or anxiety from crossing a line.

For a moment, my heart stops as my brain clicks into gear. What would happen if I actually get

that job in Dallas? Would she want to come with me? Would I be forced to leave her behind? The

very thought sends shafts of pain through me, but I have to shove it aside.

Tonight is about Lila and I making the most of every moment that we can. We can never know

what the next day, week, or even month might bring. I can’t keep dealing in what-ifs and suppositions.

It won’t serve me well—it won’t serve us well—in the future.

Forcing my focus back to Lila, and unfortunately Garreth, I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his

bodyguard-like stance. Everything I do to her is calculated for specific responses, culminating in an

explosive orgasm for her—if I allow it. There is nothing for anyone in this club to worry about.

Pushing Garreth out of my mind, I make my way back between her thighs and slide my thumbs

along her inner lips, pausing to squeeze against her clit at every pass. Her body quivers in the bonds

as she tries to bow up, thwarted by the restraints.

Unable to resist the siren call of her body any longer, I yank the thermometer out of her ass and

pull the sheath off, tucking it into the gloves as I take them off. I need to touch her, to have some part