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“Bale.”

“Bale,” she said confidently.

“I want to bring a woman to the brink of an orgasm. To the point where every single part of her body is begging for a release, including her toes, which are cramped from the consistent, relentless, paralyzing build happening within her. And then I want to watch her shrivel as I deny her that orgasm.” I lifted the Tanqueray and tonic to my lips and took a large drink, sucking one of the ice cubes into my mouth, crushing it between my teeth. “And I want to do that over and fucking over again.”

Perspiration immediately rose over her chest—a chest that wouldn’t stop rising and falling, like she’d run into this bar rather than walked.

“That’s why I’m here, Pepper. That’s what I’m looking for.” I lowered my voice and added, “That’s what I need.”

Her exhale sounded like the chorus of an angsty song, and while she kept one hand on the edge of the bar, she released the other, and it dropped to her side as she faced me.

The silk covering her tits showed nipples that were rock hard.

I was positive if I slipped my fingers under her dress, wetness would be waiting for me.

“Now, I know why you look familiar,” she said in a softer tone. “I believe I’ve walked past a room where you were doing just as you described.”

That was what Pepper wanted me to believe.

That she’d just so happened to peek inside the open doorway where I was blowing so hard against a clit that the woman was fucking screaming to come.

And maybe Pepper had seen me in action, considering the seven times I’d been physically active in her clubs were deliberately on Friday nights. But why I really looked familiar to her was because she had watched the video feed of me practicing orgasm denial.

Edging was Pepper’s fetish of choice.

If it went down in her club, she watched the footage, and I had given her seven scenarios to view.

To prove to her that I could give her everything she needed.

It’d worked.

Because I was a fly on the wall of her infrastructure, I knew just how long and how often and how many times she watched those scenes, at which timestamps she specifically rewound them.

She briefly scanned the feed of others in the act, but when it came to me, she had viewed those seven scenes over and over.

Day after day.

Night after night.

On many occasions, while she was focused on me, zooming in to get the most intimate angle, her fingers were deep inside her pussy.

She obviously loved what she saw.

And so had I since the bugs that I’d placed inside her home allowed me to watch her come.

“Having a membership here has given me quite the fulfillment,” I told her. “I can’t say the women outside this club appreciate this gift that I have. They all get there so quickly and want to come. And all I want to do”—I shook my head, grinding my teeth over the larger of my two lips—“is deny them of that release. You’ve given me a place where I can not only share that desire, but I can also satisfy it.”

She pushed her hair off her shoulder, as if the weight were too much, as if the strands were causing her to sweat even more. “It’s too bad I can’t advertise reviews.” She paused and then smiled. “That might be the best one I’ve ever gotten.” She lifted her drink, but didn’t sip from it. “What’s your plan for this evening?” She took a quick glance around the main chamber. “Who do you have your eye on?”

“You.”

There was no reason to hide my intentions. Pepper didn’t want a man who beat around the bush. She wanted a man who walked right through the leaves.

“Me?” She placed the drink against her chest. I assumed she needed the frosty glass to cool her down. “But I have a partner—”

“Jacob Walls won’t be here tonight.”

Her brows instantly rose. “You know Jacob?” She cleared her throat. “And how do you know he won’t be here tonight?”

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