Page 276 of Ignite

When I turn back, Conan is smiling at me in that way that makes my chest ache.

“No more, Hallie. I’ll never host another Chase again. I swear. I’m done.”

I rise on my toes and kiss him.

“Good boy,” I murmur.

“But you can chase me any time.”

His eyes darken. My cheeks flush.

“Now show me your sex dungeon,” I say, nodding to the double doors.

His grin is wicked.

“As you wish, baby.” He slaps my ass, making me yelp.

Inside, the bar is full of men in expensive suits and women draped over them like lingerie-clad ornaments.

“Explain,” I demand, arms crossed.

“Do you come here often?”

He shrugs, annoyingly nonchalant.

“To drink, sometimes. I haven’t used the facilities in a while. My tastes are more…outdoors.”

“Show me one.”

He leads me to a set of gilded doors. I pretend I don’t notice all the women staring at him like he’s the main course. He doesn’t look at any of them.

Inside, I barely have time to take in the leather bench and the cross on the wall before he pins me against the door, mouth on mine.

I push at his chest.

“I want to see. Move.”

He bites his lip but steps back.

Holy shit.

I drift over to the floggers and whips hanging neatly along the wall, touching the braided leather.

“Oooooh.”

I spin to face him, heart pounding.

“Pants down. Bend over the bench. I need to punish you for being so bad.”

He chokes on a laugh, his eyes glinting.

“Now,” I say firmly.

“This is hot. But are you sure you’re ready for the consequences?” He steps close, towering over me.

“Oh, I’m counting on them, beastie. Now bend over.”

I drag the whip down the front of his shirt, pausing over his cock.

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