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“I should never have said that,” Faith said, sounding miserable. “The doctor said that Lucas is doing great but that he has to stay in the treatment program for a full year. There are outpatient services he’s going to need after that. Please let me have my job back. I can’t quit. I was just being…”

Her voice trailed off, and her cheeks heated. “Emotional, I guess. I’m sorry I acted unprofessionally. It won’t happen again. Sir.”

I was touched and relieved, but I couldn’t let that show. “I’m sure Gina will be thrilled to have you back.”

She nodded. “Thank you. Sir. You won’t regret it.”

I had sincere doubts about that, but I kept them to myself. So, without another word, my on-again employee and I left the treatment center.

CHAPTER SIX

collide

Cassius

Back at the penthouse, I tried to keep my distance from Faith. I left her alone in her room to pack her new clothes and the few belongings she’d brought with her.

“I’m ready, Sir.” She tottered into the living room wearing a flattering black dress, sky-high heels, and the perfect amount of makeup.

“Why did you change?” I asked sharply.

Faith swallowed hard. “I… I wanted to look nice for you, Sir.”

My cock twitched. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about her, what we’d done together last night, and how sweet her tight body was. I’d claimed her and made her mine. The only thing standing between Faith and me was the club’s rules, which I’d written.

“I appreciate that, Faith,” I growled and stepped closer. Her eyes lit up, and I knew I was in trouble.

She wanted me, too.

My cock came to life, straining underneath my suit, reaching out toward the object of my desire. “You do look nice. Even better, I now know what you look like without that dress on. Because I owned you last night.”

Two hectic spots of color flushed her cheeks. She nodded. “I remember, Sir.”

“Why don’t you show me, Faith? Lift up that skirt. Show me what you have on underneath.”

“W-What about the rules?” Faith swallowed hard. “We’ve already had our three times.”

Rules be damned. “We had our three times at the club,” I said, keeping my tone nonchalant. “The way I see it, no one needs to know what we’re doing off-premises. We can do whatever we like.” My cock stiffened further at the thought.

Her pupils dilated with desire. “Are you sure, Sir?”

“I’ve never been more sure. So follow my order and lift that skirt.” I watched hungrily as Faith tentatively lifted the hem of her dress. She was naked underneath, her perfect, trimmed pussy on full display.

I put my hand over my heart. “Fuck! No thong, Faith? You’re trying to tempt me.”

She immediately dropped her dress and shook her head wildly. “No, Sir. I wanted to follow the rules. It was just after last night, I was feeling…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked down. She seemed embarrassed.

“Finish the sentence, Faith.”

She raised her blue eyes to meet mine. “I was just… feeling. My body seems different to me now. I’m more aware of it, I guess. And I wanted to feel good so that I looked good.”

“Why did you want to look good?”

“I already told you,” she said, her blush deepening. “I wanted to look good for you.”

Something inside me snapped.

I was on her in a second, sweeping her into my arms and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me, and oh my fucking God, she tasted incredible. We devoured each other. I couldn’t get to the couch fast enough. I somehow kept Faith on my lap while we tore each other’s clothes off, and then my mouth was all over her—her neck, her breasts, suckling and nibbling as she cried out and writhed against me. She was already so wet.

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