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“Everyone has their turn-ons.” I shrug. “Honestly, though, your body has a way with mine. The kinky stuff adds an element, but there is just something about the way you touch me.”

“Like how I crave you more than air? Because breathing just doesn’t seem as important right now. The thought of doing dirty things to you has somehow become my favorite thing to think about. Even when I’m not with you.”

“Like the devil gave you a piece of heaven?”

“If anyone’s the devil in this scenario, Little Bird, it’s me.”

Callen and I make our way out into the hallway and travel back toward the front. His hand stays on the small of my back while we move. I glance side to side as we pass people on their way here or there and into the rooms filled with steamy scenes. As we pass room number eight, my mouth drops, and my feet halt. Callen bumps into me after my abrupt stop.

I open and close my mouth a few times before I find my words. “Is that—is she—” No way.

Callen sounds just as surprised as I am. “Looks like someone found a pair of wings of her own.”

Yes way. Good for her.

Tatum found her way to a viewing room—inside a viewing room—and there are a lot of people gathered around her window.

“Would you look at that?” I muse.

Tatum’s pale skin is on full display. Her facial features are sensual and provocative. She hums out a few moans as her own fingers pump inside her. She’s on the floor with her legs spread for the whole club to see. She looks beautiful.

“It’s kind of hard not to,” Callen admits.

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