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"One month?" he echoed.

I worried that my heart might not survive this one-month trial. Something about this man made me want to protect him, because he seemed not to care about himself.

"One month," he repeated, as if reassuring himself that it would be worth it.

I didn’t let him think any longer. I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him back. His hands gripped my ass as he pulled me against him. He shifted hishands and pulled me up his body and wrapped my legs around his waist, arched my back, and our kiss deepened as his hands roamed over my body.

We slowly walked back into the room, and he laid me down on the bed. He was about to crawl next to me when his phone began buzzing. He pulled back abruptly.

"No!" I protested.

He shook his head. “I can and will drop what I’m doing. Your safety is more important than anything,” he said as he tapped his phone and stepped out of the room and onto the balcony, closing the door behind him.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he was using this as a way to distance himself. But little did he know, I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Chapter 8

Paolo

I walked out onto the deck area of the bungalow and lit a cigarette. “We need to head up to the dining area in about thirty minutes.”

Earlier when my phone rang pulling me from Sonali’s embrace, I’d come back out to the main room to find her painting. She’d only left the chair a couple times to go to the bathroom. Sonali placed her brush on the table next to her. “Wow, I can’t believe how time flew by. It’s so peaceful sitting here painting.”

I’d sat inside the bungalow playing the damn ninja game and watching Sonali as she worked out of the corner of my eye. It took all of my self-control not to throw her over my shoulder and walk back into the bedroom. “You will have many more days to paint. Let’s head to dinner and see what information we can get from Callie. I’m sick of tending to this fucking character. I need to know if there is a faster way to power up.”

Sonali threw her head back and laughed. “I think that would defeat the purpose of the game. Is there a dress code for this dinner? I still don’t have anything to wear.”

Jared had sent me a text that they all planned to go the club after dinner and the women would be in fetish wear. “There is an outfit in the closet for you to wear. The restaurant is tied to the club and the dress code for the evening follows what is required for the club. If you don’t feel comfortable, I can go to the dinner alone and get the information.”

Sonali rose from the chair and strode to the closet. “I’m supposed to wear this.” She held up a black see through dress which would make it impossible for me not to be rock hard the entire time we were eating.

“If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand.”

She didn’t answer me. Instead, she proceeded to pull the t-shirt she was wearing over her head revealing a black lace bra. She placed her thumbs in the waist band of the yoga pants she wore and shimmied them down her legs leaving her standing almost naked. Only a thin piece of black lace covered her ass. Sonali pulled the dress from the hanger and tugged it over her head. The sheer material did nothing to hide her panties or her bra.

The kiss we shared earlier was like I’d gotten kicked in the stomach. Her standing almost naked in the middle of our room was pure torture. My fingers itched to reach out and yank her panties off leaving her more vulnerable.

“Fuck, you look sexy as hell,” I grunted.

Sonali walked over to the mirror and spun. “I’ve spent many summers at Cap d’Agde. I don’t have an issue with nudity, but I’ve never been to a BDSM club. Do you think I should wear the dress like this or …”

My mouth dropped open as she bent over and slowly dragged her panties down her legs, but she didn’t stop there. Sheunhooked her bra and worked it off under the dress. Her back faced me. I wanted her to spin around, so I could see her breasts covered in the thin material.

“Turn,” I demanded.

She spun on her heels and her hands dropped to her sides giving me a full view of her plump breasts covered by the thin material. My eyes skimmed down her body noticing her clean-shaven sex.

“What do you think? Should I put the bra back on?” she asked leaning down to grab it from where it had landed on the floor.

“Off …” I paused, my mouth watering. “But I think one thing needs tweaking.”

“And what might that be?”

I didn’t respond immediately instead I closed the gap between us. My hand hovered over her, but not touching. I leaned close, my mouth near her ear. “Can I touch you?”

She nodded.

My hand slid over the lace on her hip and pulled her closer. “This dress fits your curves perfectly. The only thing I think could make it even sexier is this.”

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