Page 32 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

"Why have you stopped?" she asked in confusion. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to continue, and she wanted to keep on feeling.

Leaning back into the comfortable seat, Christian pulled her with him and settled her comfortably before answering. She couldn't help noticing that the serene, indulgent look on his still pretty face took away a strain she hadn't really noticed until it was gone.

"Whilst I would like nothing more than to carry on, we are in your office—your unmonitored office—and we haven't negotiated anything beyond that spanking, which probably shouldn't really have happened in here either, if I'm not mistaken.”

Trinity coloured, heat filling her face until it was probably the same colour as her ass. She had completely forgotten herself and her good sense. How utterly mortifying!

What on earth had she been thinking?

Well, the short answer was she hadn't been thinking at all, and now she had broken one of the cardinal rules. It was inexcusable! She was the assistant manager, after all, and as such, she should be beyond reproach.

"Hey, stop beating yourself up over it," Christian admonished, correctly guessing her unease.

"I should know better," Trinity retorted, losing some of the lovely languidness she'd been enjoying as reality set back in again. "I'm not just a member. I should be setting an example. What I just did was not professional at all!"

"Well, if it helps, your boss did look in and check on us."

Trinity sat bolt upright, all thoughts of relaxation gone. "Micah saw us?" she squeaked in utter consternation. What on earth would he think?

"Yes, and he didn't look that upset, either, if the wink and the grin were anything to go by. But if it makes you feel any better, he did leave the door ajar so he could hear if things got out of hand or any safewords were shouted."

No! It most certainly did not make her feel any better. In fact, if anything, it made her feel a whole lot worse. Now she was going to have to go and explain herself to Micah.

How utterly embarrassing!

ChapterTwenty-Four

It was beginning to feel a little like the movie, Groundhog Day. Once again, evening had fallen, once again Trinity was sitting in her office, and once again she was waiting for Christian to turn up and hoping for a different outcome this time around.

She still couldn't believe that Micah had been so chilled about yesterday's faux pas. He'd been far easier on her than she'd been on herself, a fact that he'd acknowledged when he'd commented that there was no point in him castigating her when she was doing such a good job of it, herself.

Just as Christian had suggested, Micah was well aware of everything that was going on and had a handle on it all, and Trinity knew there was very little that got past the man.

Still, that didn't make it right… although she’d stopped short of accepting the public punishment in the dungeon, which Micah had finally offered when she wouldn't stop criticising herself.

It was one thing to accept responsibility for her wrong doings; it was quite another to accept a public humiliation that might undermine her authority in her job. So, that had been the end of it—as Micah had no doubt intended. The man was scarily intuitive, even for a shrink.

Now Trinity was back to feeling awkward, and uncomfortable, and excited.

Yeah, she could admit it to herself. The thought of seeing Christian tonight had her wound up as tight as a coiled spring that was flexing under pressure, ready to violently release. Things could get quite combustible tonight if she didn't watch herself.

Trinity had already made up her mind that she wasnotgoing to agree to intercourse with Christian…yet. It would muddy the water too much at this early stage.

She wanted to enjoy having him as her Dom without that additional dynamic drawing her focus away from the direct enjoyment of a scene with him.

Maybe she was just being selfish, but she knew that as soon as sex was added to the equation, there would be a whole new dimension added into the mix.

While they were initially getting to know each other in these new roles, she wanted to enjoy the simplicity of scening without all of the baggage that intercourse would bring with it.

Because it would. No matter how much they both insisted they could keep things in the present, sex would change everything.

Trinity was resolute. She also knew she was teetering on a fine line between cool, logical rationale and hot, sweaty desire. She was going to have to put her cards on the table as soon as Christian set foot through that door…before he had a chance to change her mind.

Not that she suspected him of being manipulative. Far from it, in fact.

It was herself she didn’t trust.

She might not know exactly how she felt about Christian as a person, especially the person—and the Dom—he was now, but even five years hadn't dampened any of the desire she felt for him.

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