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Angel nodded. “Trust me, after an intense session, you will have some swelling, and the coolness of the pad will help. Remember to hydrate regularly and be gentle with yourself.”

My jealousy toward Angel had been so misplaced. She was a sweetheart, and there was such warmth in her eyes that I found myself wanting to spill my tired little heart out to her. Maybe she would understand what the warm yearning in my chest was and help me decipher between love and drunken lust.

“I’ll take care of her,” Derek assured Angel. “We all will.”

“Just don’t work her too hard.” Angel grinned. “If you’re addicted to her pussy, you gotta give her time to rest.”

Samuel laughed, and my cheeks warmed, but I was too tired to feel much embarrassment. Shame didn’t seem to exist in a club like this.

“Are you certain you don’t want to use one of our aftercare facilities?” Amanda asked as she took the form from Matt. He had explained earlier that it was just a form detailing what equipment was used, but the other details had fled from my mind the moment he had told them to me.

“Yes,” Derek confirmed to Amanda. “We’d prefer to take care of her at home rather than soothe her, then undo all of that with a journey.”

“Of course.” Amanda smiled and fixed me with a warm look. “It was lovely to meet you.”

“Likewise.” My smile took more energy than I had to spare. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Amanda’s perfectly pale face flushed pink along her cheekbones, and she pressed both of her hands to her abdomen as she chuckled. “Why, thank you, dear.”

“Come on.” Matt approached me with a grin. “Let’s get you home.”

Home.

Where I would sleep for the rest of eternity.

29

DEREK

Every muscle, nerve, and sense I had was attuned to Charlotte in the next room while I was in the bathroom trying to run her a bath. The session at the club had been more intense than I’d originally planned, but I had enjoyed it more than I had ever enjoyed a playtime in the past. Charlotte’s resilience was admirable, her sounds and her body were addicting, and each time she fixed those beautiful green eyes on me, I was hooked. More hooked than someone like me was supposed to get.

Being in the next room, unable to see her, was causing my heart to run a little faster than normal, and the urge to peek through the door just to glimpse her was growing. I wanted to look at her all the time. I didn’t care what she was doing or where she was. I just wanted to watch her and soak up her presence.

I shook my head and forced my attention to the hot bath I was running, complete with muscle-relaxing oils to help soothe every inch of Charlotte’s well-worked body.

“Anything else I can get you?” Matt’s voice drifted through the door as he settled Charlotte.

“No, I’m good, thank you,” Charlotte replied. “I just want to sleep.”

“Not yet.” Matt chuckled. “Or you’ll wake up tomorrow stiff as a board.”

“Wouldn’t want that.” Charlotte laughed softly. Tiredness tinged her voice, and Matt murmured something so low that I couldn’t quite catch the words. Then the door creaked, signaling that Charlotte had been left alone. I couldn’t stand that for a second. I turned the water trickle down low to increase the water temp while slowing how fast it would fill and darted into the bedroom. The frantic flutter of my heart calmed the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Charlotte...”

She glanced at me, and her tired face bloomed into such a warm smile that tension snapped across my chest.

“Is it ready?” she asked softly. Charlotte stood and began to undress while I stood in the doorway, unable to say a word. I had been fighting the urge inside me all session and had tried to tell myself that my desire to fuck her was nothing more than being caught up in the moment, that fucking was for people in love.

Standing here, facing her down as she dropped each layer of clothing, it was a lie I had been telling myself. Iwasin love. I wanted to take her in my arms, feel her on the end of my cock, and watch her beautiful face light up in desire.

“Charlotte...”

She paused, her bra halfway off her shoulders and her bright emerald eyes fixed on me, unblinking.

“Yes?”

I surged forward, thought gone, and grasped the side of her neck. Crashing our lips together, I kissed her long and hard, swallowing down her surprised squeak. I had no plan, nothing to follow other than a desperate desire to consume her and be consumed in turn. It took a second, then Charlotte was kissing me back with renewed energy, and she moaned softly against my lips as she lifted her hands up to my hair. The moment she had wrapped strands around her fingers and tugged, a fire had reignited in my belly and I followed that warmth without care.

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