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Kat: I’ll bring you one as a housewarming gift or a welcome to the group gift.

Matt: This means Wes lost the bet and is going to get his ass paddled by Mistress Sylvia.

Sophie: I heard about that bet can’t wait.

Brock: We are working people, but the paddling will happen this weekend.

Rachelle: What was the bet.

Nobody responded.

Rachelle: I won’t get mad.

Sophie: Sorry, they are taking down Calvin and Milton. Everyone is watching the cameras.

Rachelle: Let me know when Roxy is safe.

Time felt like it slowed to a crawl.

Wes: We got her and she’s safe. I’m on my way over.

Kat: Anyone bringing the dead bodies to feed my gators? Or do I need to go hunt tonight.

Brock: FBI came, couldn’t take out the target, but they are going to prison.

Antonio: Keep your ass in the house. I swear woman.

Rachelle: Give Roxy a hug from me. Kat we need to meet for lunch.

I lowered the lid of my laptop and couldn’t wait to see Wes.

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The knock on the front door made me jump. I’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come to my house.

Before I pulled the door open, I glanced through the peephole. He stood on the other side with a to go bag from my favorite Chinese place. I swung the door open, and he was on me a second later. His lips against mine. “I hate that you were pulled back into this.”

“You realize it could have been worse if I didn’t know you?”

“Yes, but I still hate it.”

CHAPTER16

Wes

Rachelle tiedto the table in the middle of Club Rose was the sexiest thing ever. Her skin pebbled under my touch as I ran my hand across her soft skin. “Anything hurt or stiff.”

Her green eyes locked with mine. “Seriously, Wes, I’m dying of anticipation.”

“I can’t have my sub die when the whole club is watching.”

“At least I have my clothes on.”

I couldn’t hold back the grin as I pulled my knife from the bag next to the medical table. “About that. I’m doing a fire demonstration. I think it would be better if you were completely naked.”

“Wes,” my name rolled off her lips as I used the knife to cut the lace at the top of her corset. The piece of material was sexy as hell on her, but I could buy her another one. “I have stretch marks. Can we talk about this?”

“We are in the middle of a scene. Is that how you address me?” I sliced through the next set of ribbons.”

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