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Okay, the rest of him was pretty hot too.

Once I’d gotten over my disappointment, I made the decision to leave. No scenes, no introductions. I told myself I had work in the morning. But on my way out, I stopped to talk to the guy behind the desk—Arron? Nice guy—to see what information I could glean.

“You know all the members, right?”

Arron nodded.

“Well, on my first visit, there was a guy. He was⁠—”

Arron’s eyes sparkled. “There usually is. What did he look like?”

I described the observer who managed to be cool and hot at the same time. “Does that ring any bells?” I kept my fingers mentally crossed.

C’mon, give me a name.

He chuckled. “Oh yeah. That sounds like Max Rivers.”

That rang a bell, though for the life of me I couldn’t remember where I knew it from. Then it came to me. That poster in black and red.

Arron cocked his head. “You’ve got good taste.” Then he frowned. “You’re not leaving already, are you?” He snorted. “Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. That would have to be the shortest membership ever.”

I shrugged. “I can’t stay. Something came up.”

Another snort. “I hear that’s a common occurrence in this club.”

Yeah, I liked Arron.

“I’ll be back at the weekend,” I promised.

And hopefully, so would Max Rivers.

As I left the club, I made a decision. My third visit to the club? I was going to stay, even if Max wasn’t around.

I’d come to Obsidian looking for something, and I hadn’t found it yet.

Chapter Four

Max

Greg knelt in front of me, looking up at me with huge eyes, and I knew what was coming.

Me, down his throat.

I waited, but when all he did was lick his lips, I figured I’d help him out.

“Something you want?”

He swallowed. “Can I have your load?”

“Be specific. Where do you want it?”

A few feet away from me, Callum chuckled. He was strictly old guard, and definitely not averse to face-fucking a sub in full view of everyone.

Neither was I, for that matter. The rules of the club were clear: if you belonged to Obsidian, there was implied consent to witnessing sexual and/or BDSM activity. And if someone didn’t want to watch, they could always walk away.

Not that many guys ever did.

“In my mouth.” Greg shivered.