Page 41 of The Sadist and the Brat

“Sorry, sweetie. At least it’s not broken, like Nikki’s.”

“Small comfort. Nick’s so worried about hurting it further, he won’t fuck me.”

Sadie snickered. “It’s only been two days.”

“Three,” Rebecca grumbled, then brightened. “But he says as soon as my ankle’s better, I’m getting a paddling for playing matchmaker with Kit and Nate behind his back.”

“Something to look forward to,” Sadie said with a laugh.

“By the time it happens, I’ll be so horny I won’t care how hard he spanks me.” Rebecca sighed. “Anyway, back to you. What else happened with Jack?”

“We had a kind of impromptu negotiation, he walked me home, kissed me—”

“He kissed you?”

“Well, it was more of a bite and a lick than a kiss,” she confessed.

“I love that move.”

“Me, too. Then I went upstairs and masturbated for an hour.”

“I don’t blame you. You haven’t heard from him since?”

“I got a text this morning,” Sadie said. “It said to be at James and Amanda’s at eight-thirty, wearing comfortable clothes, and to bring my aftercare bag.”

“Why are you frowning?” Rebecca asked. “You said you wanted James to DM.”

Sadie plucked at a loose thread on a throw pillow. “Yeah, that was a mistake. I should’ve known he’d be on Jack’s side.”

Rebecca snorted. “Doms stick together.”

“Like shit on a shoe,” Sadie agreed and pushed to her feet. “Do you mind if I get myself a drink?”

“There’s a bottle of white wine in the fridge,” Rebecca told her, and Sadie headed across the spacious loft to the kitchen. “Get me one too, will you?”

“You haven’t taken any pain meds, right?” Sadie asked, pulling down a pair of glasses.

“No, just over-the-counter stuff,” Rebecca assured her. “And before you ask, Nick didn’t tell me not to. He told me not to walk any more than necessary and keep my damn foot elevated, but he didn’t say boo about drinking.”

“More fool, he.” Sadie came back to the sofa with two full glasses, passing one to Rebecca before resuming her seat on the couch. “Where was I?”

“Shit on a shoe,” Rebecca said and sipped her wine.

“Right.” Sadie contemplated the golden liquid in her glass. “Amanda texted me to tell me I was welcome to stay in the guest room, if I didn’t feel up to driving home after…well, after.”

“I think you should take her up on it.” Rebecca snuggled deeper into the corner of the sofa, laying her head back so her hair spread out over the pillow, black on red. “At least pack a bag so you can stay if you need to.”

“Maybe.” Sadie sipped the wine. “What if Jack wants to spend the night with me?”

Rebecca shrugged and closed her eyes. “Morning sex?”

Sadie would’ve kicked her, but the only part she could reach was her booted foot, and that just seemed unsporting. “Be serious.”

“You don’t like morning sex?”

“Of course I do. That’s not the point.”

Rebecca opened one eye. “You’re really nervous.”

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