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He laughs at my enthusiasm.

“No, really. Could we get private time with the last six girls who danced? They have VIP rooms for that, right?”

“Do you have any idea how much something like that would cost? You’re asking for half the girls in the club at your private disposal.” He balks at me.

“I bought you, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t buy me. You contracted me.” His fingers pinch the inside of my thigh.

“I prefer to think I bought you.” I try to pinch him back, but there isn’t any loose skin over his abs.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, biting his lip.

“Love me and get danced on by strippers with me.”

“You don’t do anything small, do you?”

“Not a chance.”

Fifteen minutes later, a very persuasive Callen has convinced the manager of the club to bend to my wishes, and we’re moving to the back, through a flimsy curtain, and down the hall to a private room. Six beautiful women, who are wearing practically nothing, are lined up in front of me. The music playing pumps me up. My lust is driven by greed, and the girls look eager. Each thing I love about each one shines even more brightly in our private room. Waiting for what’s next has me hyped up like a junkie preparing their rig. I can’t take my sight off them, and my panties are more than a little damp. The strippers begin to sway to the music, and I’m practically salivating.

Callen’s voice breaks through my haze. “Uh, how far do you want to take this, Rylan?” he speaks softly, nibbling on my ear.

“I want to play. I want to be danced on and adored. I want to flirt with the danger of temptation. I want to experience this with you. Always with you.” I brush my lips against his and offer myself over to him.

“Same boundary rules as when we brought Elena up to the hotel room?”

“Same rules. You’re mine only, and I’m only yours.”

Hands. Lips. Tongues. Attention. Stimulation comes at me in abundance.

I guess I can check sex in a strip club off my sexual bucket list.

Our date nights might be way outside the box, but normal would never satisfy me anyway. The thought of a life of extremes with a man who encourages everything I love about myself is the greatest gift I could ever ask for. When I moved to Maplefield, all of my attention was focused on revenge, but somehow, along the way, I fell in love. I fell hard for the man who killed for me.

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