Page 90 of Take the Sub and Run

Nineteen

Andrei ignored the sound of his phone buzzing somewhere in the room. It was probably Rolf calling to tell him time was up. The sun was setting, and Sofie needed to be out of Club Alibi.

He’d take her out of the club, but not back to her house. According to her official records, she was a Dutch citizen, so it shouldn’t be hard to get the local Interpol office to issue her a temporary passport.

Beside him, Sofie stirred. She’d fallen asleep almost immediately after sex, awake enough only to grumble about being cold.

He’d covered her up before leaving to take care of the condom. She’d curled into a ball and pulled the blanket over her head by the time he got back, but when he climbed in behind her and scooted against her back, she’d uncurled enough to mold her body to his until they were pressed together from chest to knees.

“Dusk,” she murmured, stretching against him.

Her ass pressing against his cock only hardened his resolve—and his cock.

“Or dawn,” he teased.

“No, the light is gold, not white.”

Having never thought too hard about the tonal qualities of the light at dawn and dusk, the only response he could think of was to kiss her bare shoulder, then the side of her neck.

She gasped and shivered when he kissed her neck just below her ear.

“Sensitive?”

“Very,” she whispered.

“I'll have to explore that more later.”

She stiffened against him, then sat up. “I don't have to leave anymore?”

He sat up to. “You can't stay at this Club Alibi location. It isn't open to the public.”

“I don't understand."

“The London club is up and running. It's a dance club on the bottom floor and a private BDSM club upstairs.”

“Private or public? You've said both.”

“Private, meaning membership based. But lucky for you, you know one of the Doms in charge.” He winked.

Sofie didn't even smile. “I don't understand what any of this has to do with me.”

Andrei rolled his shoulders to loosen the sudden tightness in his neck. “Sofie, you have to see that you can't go back to your house. Whatever you believe about your father, not wanting to hurt you, you were attacked in your own home. You have that elaborate security system that did nothing to stop them. That means that either they had the codes, or that system is incredibly weak.”

“I can get a different system.”

“Fuck.” He rolled off the bed, gripping handfuls of his own hair to stop himself from screaming in frustration.

He took a minute to jerk on his pants before turning to face her. Sofie looked soft and rumpled. At one point, her hair had been in a bun, but he tangled his fingers in it, and now it was a cloud of messy waves around her bare shoulders. She pulled the blanket up over her breasts, but the smooth naked line of her back down to her ass was visible.

“Sofie, what is your plan?”

“You know my plan?—”

“That's a fucking pipe dream and you know it. You're too smart not to.”

She jerked back as if he slapped her. In a way, maybe a physical blow would have been kinder than his words.

“I'm sorry,” he said immediately. “I’m sorry. That wasn't fair.”

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