Page 37 of The Assignment: Room 3

My friend, Logan, makes his way across the room to greet me.

“You’re done already?” he asks with a sly grin.

“Not fucking likely. Celest fell asleep the moment I got her to my room.”

He considers me for a moment. “What’s going on there? I thought you didn’t have a sub right now.”

“I don’t. Just a little side action. She doesn’t have a Dom. I don’t have a sub. We’re friends.”

“So, you’re friends with benefits?”

“Yeah. It’s just a bit of fun. She fucking loves being on display and gets off on pain. Our kinks align, so why not?”

“Are you going to have a contract?” His wife, Vittoria, slinks up to his side, and with the practiced ease of lovers, he wraps a protective arm over her shoulder.

“If she wants, but I doubt it.”

Logan leans down, pressing a kiss to Vittoria’s cheek. “Go to our private room, Nyx. I want you in the position and ready for me.”

Without a word, she does as he asks, a look of adoration on her face.

“Be careful, Flex.”

“Of what?” I don’t see why he’s got his panties in a wad.

“There’s a reason we always have contracts. Consent. Consent. Consent. You know better than to fuck a sub without written, mutual understanding.”

“You’re reading way too much into this, Logan.”

“Don’t be stupid, bro. That’s all I’m saying. Friends with benefits is great until you add in BDSM.”

“Like I said, you’re reading into this. I’m just going to grab her clothes and have a quiet drink downstairs before I wake her up and fuck that pretty little mouth of hers.”

“Well, consider yourself warned. I have a smoking hot wife waiting for me, so…”

“Lucky fucker.”

“Would you really want a wife?” I’m known for my commitment issues.

“Good point. I have no desire for a ball and chain.”

He claps me on the shoulder with an unconvinced smirk. “Have a good night, bro.”

“You too.” As I watch him walk away, I wonder if I’ll ever get what he has. If I would evenwantit. I fuck who I want, when I want, and answer to no one. Even the submissives I’ve had under contract over the years are kept at arm’s length. It works for me.

Heading back down to the bar, I spy Dalton nursing a drink. I set Celest’s clothes down on the barstool next to me and sit at Dalton’s side.

“What the fuck were you playing at?”

“What?” I know what he’s talking about, but it’s fun to poke him when he’s grumpy.

“One fucking rule.”

I take a swig of whisky on the rocks. “Rules are made to be broken.”

“You realize that’s the exact opposite of what this club stands for, right?” He can’t stay mad at me for long. “You’re a dick.”

“And you love me for it.”

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