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Holy fuck!

The orgasm came out of nowhere. I’d completely forgotten about the anonymous mouth around my dick or where I was. The fantasy had me mindlessly rocking my hips into the hole. The heat was all-encompassing as they licked the underside of my cock as I jizzed down the back of their throat. My eyes rolled back in my head, my knees almost giving out. My clammy palm on the wall offered no support as my balls tightened up. They milked me dry, pulling off slowly and then taking me back inside. I was a shaky, sweaty mess—and it had absolutelynothingto do with the mouth currently engulfed around my dick.

I leaned my forehead on the wall next to my hand. What the fuck wasthat?

I’d had a lot of fantasies over the years. Most involved a specific scene or setting, but the sub was generally faceless. I’d never beenattachedto a woman before. I was thirty-seven fucking years old and, what, I was experiencing my firstcrush?

It was so pathetic and not like me in the slightest.

I was the guy who walked away. Always.

Never looked back, never did a double take, never felt nostalgic. So what the fuck was it about that little owl that had me so twisted inside?

I pulled my limp dick from the hole. It was coated in spit, dripping with it actually. Thankfully, there was a sink right next to the stall. Next to the soap and paper towel dispensers was an additional one with toilet paper. My dick appreciated Valentino’s foresight about not wiping down with rough paper towels.

Once cleaned up, I zipped up my pants. My black slacks hid any wet spots I’d missed, though I was pretty sure it was all saliva because the sub had swallowed everything else.

Then I washed and wiped my hands. I couldn’t shake that unbalanced feeling. I’d gone to the glory hole to relieve some stress and perhaps fuck the little owl out of my head. But it was almost like the action had cemented her there. I wanted to find her now more than ever.

I was better off going home. I didn’t have any open contracts right now, but I still had women I could call to help get the sexy owl out of my system. Whatever this was, it wasn’t healthy and I couldn’t afford to be distracted.

Something was going on in Atelihai Valley, and I had a feeling it was just getting started. Two DBs in two weeks, both obviously staged? Yeah, something major was going on over there. Mira and I were due in Anchorage in the morning for a different case. I really should go home, just call up one of the women I knew wouldn’t say no to me, and use her as I’d used the sub inside that glory hole.

Fuck, I really was an asshole. Because why would I expect fucking another woman tonight would have a different result when clearly the sub I’d just mouth-fucked hadn’t done the trick? Wasn’t that Einstein’s exact definition of insanity?

I stormed out of the restroom. Despite my orgasm, I was even more stressed than when I’d gone in there to take a piss.

I needed a fucking drink. That’s what I really needed. I wasn’t planning on fucking, so Valentino’s single-drink rule did not apply to me. I did have to drive home because I needed my car in the morning, but two drinks wouldn’t put me on my ass.

The main room ofSnow Chainswas roughly eight hundred square feet. The four massive support beams helped create visual sections, as did the stages that surrounded the edges. The stage with the burlesque pole was glaringly empty. Liam hadfinished setting up the chairs towards the stage with the frame that now housed a gyno chair. I offhandedly wondered why the frame and the chair were there, but honestly didn’t care that much to seek out the answer.

Two drinks, then home. If I got drunk enough once inside my house and ended up calling one of the subs in my contacts then it wouldn’t be the worst decision I’d ever made in my lifetime.

Fuck, I was turning into a whining idiot and I wasn’t even drunk yet. What the fuck was wrong with me? If Master David could see inside my head right now, he’d be laughing his fucking ass off.

A woman was at the bar talking to Joey, leaning over the top to talk with him. My eyes landed on her jean-clad ass and my eyebrows raised in appreciation. I certainly was not upset about that view. The green mesh shirt revealed a toned, lean frame. Her wavy blonde hair was cropped around her ears and there was something black sticking out from the side of her face that I couldn’t make out because her back was to me. Or, should I say, her ass was to me.

Joey caught my eye as I approached and he gave a pointed look down at the woman. The bartender was holding up a bottle of vodka. From my distance, I couldn’t tell what drink he was making.

I sat down at the bar with a seat between the woman and me. Joey gave me another pointed look, but my eyes were locked on a reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator behind the bar.

The reflection of an owl mask.

Chapter Seven

Holly

“One Dirty Shirleyfor the pretty lady.” Joey, the bartender, was such a flirt, but I’d never follow through with someone like him. He was toosweetfor my tastes.

“Thanks, Joey.” There was no money exchanged when I accepted the red drink with extra cherries. To keep members from carrying cash on them, either to tip employees or each other, all members had to keep an active credit card on file. When food, beverages, or private rooms were ordered, your credit card was charged.

When I danced, Valentino or Jason always made sure I had water bottles on stage with me. I’d never paid for them, nor had I ever asked if they were complimentary. This was the first time I’d ever drunk anything but water here. I’d watched Joey very carefully as he’d prepared it. I would never go as far as to say I trusted Joey, because there really was only one person I trusted in this world. My experiences told me that trust was for fools.

As I accepted my drink, I sat back on a stool. I wasn’t entirely comfortable having my back to the main room. I’d felt someone walk up a minute ago and I knew they’d seated themselves to my left. Even in the mental haze I’d come in with, I’d grabbed my weapons.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joey walk up to them from the other side of the bar. My right hand itched to go to the small of my back, but I forced myself to relax.

I pulled my drink and coaster closer. The sweetness of the grenadine was strong enough that I could smell it from my upright position. Joey had added extra maraschino cherries as well as a little decorative umbrella for me. I took the white tip of the umbrella and stirred the contents of the glass cup, making the icetinkagainst the sides.

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