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I nod and my eyes fall to his cock. It’s still rock hard.

“I’m fine,” I say breathlessly. “Are you all right?”

He grins, and crawls over to my side, crashing next to me on the bed.

He trails his fingers down the curves of my body before pulling me close enough that our bodies touch. Our eyes meet as he answers. “The potion just makes it hard for me to get off—its purpose is to last until the session is over.”

“The… potion?” I say, not sure what he’s talking about. Was there something in the wine we drank? Is that why I have such an irresistible desire to jump on this man and ride him until I collapse again? “Do you mean the wine?”

He shakes his head and his fingers drift back up my side. “No, it’s an aphrodisiac they give me to keep me going. They can’t risk me letting down the clients.”

I still, letting the weight of his words sink in, and try to fight the twinge of disappointment I feel. His enthusiasm to tease, suck, and fuck me was because of some elixir, not because he wanted to.

I might have convinced myself there was something more to it, but it was just a fantasy.

It’s just a business transaction. How stupid of me to think otherwise.

“Oh,” I say, suddenly hit with the urge to get up and get dressed. If this is all just a business deal, I’ve gotten my part of the bargain. I’m not obligated to anything else, and I can still leave with some dignity.

But as much as I want to leave, I want to stay.

Something—probably insanity—draws me to Kade like a magnet. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. And if all I get with him are a few more minutes before I have to walk away and never come back, I’ll take them.

“So, you didn’t actually enjoy any of that?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant. “It was just the potion doing its job.”

He pulls me against him tightly, his face so close our noses nearly touch, and my heart leaps into my throat.

“I enjoyed every second of that.”

Before I can reply or think of another question, he catches my lips with his.

Chapter Six

Kade

Don’t ever kissa client.

Over the years, all my other boundaries have been crossed, but that’s the one rule I stick to adamantly. Kisses mean affection. Affection can cause feelings. And there is no place in my line of work for feelings.

Nothing can come from them but heartbreak.

Yet here I am, wrapped up with Syn in a tangle of limbs as my lips lead hers in a passionate dance, and I regret nothing. Whatever magnetic power she possesses over me, the invisible string that’s been tugging me toward her this entire time, finally won. I can’t keep resisting. If this is my one chance to feed into the desire warming my chest, I’ll take it.

I may never have the opportunity again.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Syn.” It sounds vulnerable and gross, but it’s the truth. “I’ve never met a monstress like you.”

She rolls her eyes and purses her lips, which are no longer bright red. “I’m sure you tell that to everyone you sleep with.”

“You don’t have to believe me.” I run my fingers along her smoky jawline and tuck a few strands of stray silver hair behind her pointed ear. “But I’m serious… this doesn’t feel like anything I’ve done before. I just wanted you to know.”

I probably sound like a jackass, but I never have to face her again if she doesn’t come back. At least she’ll know how I feel.

My mind dares to consider the possibility of never seeing her again, but my heart can’t handle it. This is the first shred of happiness I’ve had since arriving at the mansion, and I’ll be damned if I fuck it up on purpose.

“I believe you.” Her voice is soft.

I lose myself in her gaze, swimming in her royal blue irises and wondering what I can possibly say to make any of this last. I know deep down it’s a futile effort—this can never be anything more than it is right now—but I don’t want to accept that reality.

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