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It wasn’t scaring the shit out of her during one of her long runs.

It was summoning her to a place where I knew she wouldn’t deny me, where she was completely submissive so I could explain why I was back.

I didn’t want to fight.

I wanted to put my lips near her cunt and breathe her in.

I wanted her to hear me out.

And then it would be her time to make a choice.

Six minutes.

That was what remained on the countdown.

And with each second that passed, I thought of the different ways I was going to make her understand. How I was going to proposition her.

How I was, quite possibly, going to have to walk away alone.

Again.

What I knew for sure was that if she didn’t want me here, she would have prevented my access, and if she wasn’t going to meet me, security would have already removed me from her private room.

Pepper had been alerted of my arrival.

She’d read my lips.

And I was positive she was on her way.

But, goddamn it, six minutes felt like a fucking eternity.

ELEVEN

Pepper

As I was driving to the club, I remembered the first time I had seen Bale Pierce. I’d just gotten home from Lush after a two-hour session with Jacob and had a late-night dinner delivered. Rather than eat in silence, I opened the live feed on my phone. Bale had worn a suit similar to the one he had on tonight, but it was a dark slate gray. His hair was shorter, his beard trimmed and edged.

What hadn’t changed was his walk—a stride that was filled with confidence, a broadness that extended beyond his stature. A smile that was even slightly sinister.

His handsomeness and sensuality drew my immediate attention—from the way he moved to how he held his glass at the bar to the way he licked his lips after he took a drink.

Some men exuded sexual chemistry; some oozed with lust.

Bale defined both.

To the point where I forgot my dinner and could only focus on him.

I couldn’t look away.

And as he left the bar and headed down one of the hallways, stopping in front of the first doorway, I virtually followed him. Inside that room, a woman was tied to a chair. Blindfolded. There was a gag in her mouth.

She was in there alone, waiting for someone to join her.

Without hesitation, Bale went in, and from the wall of toys and accessories, he chose a long feather and brought it over to her.

My pussy tingled in anticipation.

As he ran the feather up and down her naked body, my clit pulsed.

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