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I’m not about to tell him that I missed him so much I stared at the only picture of him I have access to and got myself off on it.

“Tell me anyway,” he says in a slightly guarded tone. At least, I imagine it sounds that way.

“Honestly?”

“If we aren’t truthful with each other, Mak, this will never work.” His tone is clipped and definitely guarded.

He’s right. I should just be open and honest. For all I know, he thinks I’m on here looking for someone new.

“I was getting myself off on your profile picture.” Silence fills my ears, which makes me paranoid. “Are you there, or did I lose you?”

He growls into my ear and my heart rate speeds up. “How many times did you come?”

“Just once.”

“Only once?”

“It wasn’t… exciting enough to try for another.” I smack my forehead and squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t believe I just said that.

“You going to be up for a while?”

“Yeah, I suppose.” I glance at the clock again. “I crashed after work and now my sleep schedule is all messed up. Not that it wasn’t already screwy from the shifts I’ve been working, but I woke up and couldn’t even tell what year it is. Annnnd now I guess I have my second wind because I can’t seem to shut up.”

I hear the rumble of an engine on the other end of the line.

“What’s your address?”

I sit up. “Huh?”

“Text me your address, Mak. I’m on my way to your house. If I have to knock on every goddamn door in the county to find you, I will. But the sooner to you tell me where to go, the sooner I can make you come properly.”

Excitement rushes through me like white water rapids. I spout out my address and I swear my cheeks tingle with adrenaline.

“I’m on my way. See you in twenty.”

Chapter 21

Carson

When I saw that little light pop up on Mak’s profile in that stupid fucking app, I nearly lost my shit. My insecurities include, but are not limited to, feeling inadequate. Surprise, surprise. And the first thing I thought of when I saw her online was that she wasn’t happy with our arrangement and was searching for another Dom.

Big assumption, I know, but I’ve had experiences with submissives being unfaithful and breaching our contracts—except for the one that was so loyal she ripped my heart out with a steak knife, chewed it up, and spat it back in my face. Thanks, Lauren.

After dissecting everything Ryker said to me, I was finally able to reel myself back in and finished my workday on a higher note. But the fact that I haven’t heard from her in two weeks hasn’t sat well with me. I wanted to give her space. I’m sure she’s as busy as I am and we’re not a priority to each other yet.

At least I’m not to her. Which is completely fine. I haven’t reached out to her either, so the problem goes both ways.

But when Chloe mentioned she saw Mak in the café earlier today and said she seemed “off”, I’d be a liar to say I didn’t panic a little.

I’m in trouble. I’ve grown attached to a woman who I have no business feeling feelings for. It makes me want to simultaneously bust a U-turn and leave town, and also break every traffic law to reach her faster just so I can hold her in my arms.

Mak’s giving me a headfuck and a half without even trying.

So I went online tonight with the intention of going over her profile to see if I could conjure a scene for us that didn’t hit any of her limits. I had her likes and dislikes memorized, but I’ve questioned my unraveling mind too much lately and wanted to double check.

Now here I am, with my plans thwarted, because I’m too eager to make my girl come.

I pull into her apartment complex and slam my door shut harder than I mean to. The whole building is dark except for two windows on the second floor. I hit the button with M Johnson written on it and she buzzes me in.

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