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“You take my cock so fucking good, pet,” I said before moving off the bed, then freeing her wrists and ankles before I climbed in the bed with her, pulling her onto my chest.

As she snuggled in and drifted off to sleep, I realized it was the most fucking content I’d ever been in my entire life.

I had no idea what to do with that, though, so I followed her to sleep.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Scarlet

He fed me frozen yogurt for breakfast, somehow knowing that my throat was sore like I was sick from him thrusting hard and deep into it the night before.

I never would have thought I’d be into that.

Oral had always been something that sort of put the power in my, er, hands.

Having that power stripped away, and being at the mercy of exactly how he wanted me to suck him had been an entirely new sort of domination and submission that I couldn’t believe how much I’d been into.

I mean, I’d been dripping wet through it, despite the three world-shattering orgasms he’d already given me right before.

But there was no denying there were repercussions from having a man fuck your throat.

So I was happy for the frozen yogurt. Then the ice cream shop he’d dragged me to after dinner as we lazily walked Hugh down the road to tire him out.

He told me more about himself as we did so, talking about his time in the service, then the rough childhood he’d had before that, full of powerlessness that made his dominant side make a lot more sense to me.

We were still talking, in fact, when we were home and my phone started to ring.

“No clubs tonight,” Julian said, half pleading, half demanding.

I was nevernotup for the club.

But, suddenly, I was a lot more interested in just hanging out with him instead.

“It’s my father,” I said before swiping to answer, feeling really weird doing so while stark naked since Julian was still firm on his ‘you don’t get to hide from me’ thing.

“Hello?” I answered, letting Julian pull me into his lap.

“Scarlet, it’s your father,” he greeted me, and I just barely managed not to snort at that. Like I hadn’t seen his name on the screen.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, since friendly calls with my father were few and far between.

“I’m calling to let you know that I’m taking the yacht with me to Porto Covo, if your busy schedule will allow you to accompany me.”

“Portugal?” I asked, brows pinching. “For business?” I clarified, since my father was generally allergic to down time.

“Yes. I will be taking the yacht out, it may as well have more than me on it,” he added.

Such a heartfelt invitation, but I bit back my retort.

I glanced at Julian, a question in my eyes.

He simply gave me a shrug.

“Would I be bringing my babysitter?” I asked, getting a hard hair tug from Julian at the turn of phrase.

“To a foreign country where you could get into all sorts of trouble? Yes, Scarlet. You will need to bring Julian. There is more than enough room.”

There were six staterooms, in fact. Each with their own bathroom.

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