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She’s quiet for a long moment, taking in everything we said. “I don’t know how I feel about him.” She fidgets with her necklace.

I stare curiously, she really hasn’t even thought about it.

“I see the way you look at him. How he looks at you. So Seb and I talked about it right after we gave him the key.” I glance at Sebastian, not sure if he’s ready to go into the extent of our conversation that night.

He’s not.

“You can fuck him in here, if you like. We’ll watch,” Sebastian blurts out, and I’m not sure whose eyes are bigger, mine or Leena’s.

The man just fucking shrugs his big shoulders, smirking between us. “Could be fun,” he says.

And for some goddamn reason I can’t fucking explain, my dick likes the idea of that.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

LEENA

“Why isn’t that woman wearing a shirt?” I ask the men sitting around the dinner table at the “restaurant”they chose this evening.

“Because she’s the bartender,” Sebastian answers, sipping on his fancy bourbon.

“And why…” I take a deep breath, “...do the bartenders not wear shirts here?” I look between the three men who are seemingly amused by the question.

It’s a valid fucking question.

“Because this is a sex club, Leena,” Colton explains, and I can feel him smirking at me, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of my eye contact. Not after he had his dick out in my kitchen, unbeknownst to me, a few hours ago. Anddefinitelynot after Sebastian put the image of us fucking in front of him and Luke in my head. I might never be able to look at my best friend again after that one.

“No shit,” I look at them sarcastically. “Whenever you guys talk aboutThe Club, I assume it’s not a bridge club, but what exactly are we doing here tonight?”

I look around the room again. The walls and ceiling are all black with low lighting. It’s classy… sexy, even. There are candles at the center of every table and booth, as well as lining the bar against the far wall. The silver tablecloths are some sort of expensive looking silk, and the pressed napkins each have a fancy embroidered monogram showing off the letters S and L, for Silver Linings, the name of this particular establishment.

I’ve never been anywhere like it, which makes me both uncomfortable and intrigued. I suppose it doesn’t help that my men seemed to know everyone when we walked in here, that Colton flew us here in hishelicopter, or that they squeezed me into a dress so tight that it almost makes up for the way it hides my cleavage all the way up to my goddamn neck. I pull at it, feeling a little jealous of the bartender.

“We’re here because you’ve been wanting to come, and we can’t keep you away forever. You’ve been asking about my and Seb’s pasts; about what we’re into,” Luke explains.

“I know what you’re into,” I say defensively.

“Not all of it,” Sebastian growls, downing his drink and waving his hand so the half-naked blonde will come back this way.

“Leena, we’re not asking you to do more.Trust me,we’re fucking happy. You’ve been down for everything we’ve shown you,” Luke says.

“She has?” Colton perks up. I glare at him.

“But BDSM is…different,” Luke continues as if Colton didn’t speak. “We don’t want this type of lifestyle with you, but we did live this way for a long time. So consider this… a way to understand us better. The relationship we have with you is still new to us. We thought that by bringing you here, you could see what we used to be into, understand why we left it, and maybe there will be parts of it that will interest you. You can learn a lot by watching,” Luke says, smiling as he presses his glass slowly to his lips to take a drink. It distracts me for a second, but then I realize what he just said.

“Watching?”I look between the three of them who are all fucking smiles.

“Only if you want to. If thebartenderis too much, then we’re going the fuck home,” Sebastian says, watching me carefully.

And right on cue, the topless woman in the black leather skirt and heels strides over to us. She puts her hand on the back of Sebastian’s chair and looks down at him seductively. Sebastian, being the gentleman that he is, keeps his eyes on her face while he places his drink order. So does Luke.

Colton isn’t so discreet, and I honestly don’t blame him. The girl is gorgeous.

Which is why, when she makes her way around to my chair, I gesture for her to lean down so I can whisper a question in her ear.

When she stands up straight, she answers, “Of course.” Then bites her lip and offers out her hand to me. I take it, not even looking at the guys as I stand.

I tug at her waistband, pulling our bodies flush.

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