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“A sub should never lotion their own ass,” Andrei said seriously.

“May I touch you?” Rolf’s formal words only increased the awkward feeling. She nodded stiffly.

Two big hands pressed against her bottom, the lotion lovely and cool though the pressure made her wince.

Andrei came over to lean against the chest of drawers beside her, arms folded, legs crossed at the ankle.

“How was it?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Are you asking me to describe what it was like to fuck Landon?”

“Yes. Since it was my idea, I think I should get details.”

“You could always fuck him yourself.”

“Maybe. Tell me, was he a good boy for you once you had him tied down?”

Rolf’s hands, which had been working the lotion into her ass and upper thighs, stilled. “What?”

“She tied Landon to the bed, so he wouldn’t touch her,” Andrei explained.

“Are you a switch?” Rolf demanded, squeezing her knee to let her know he was talking to her.

“No,” Colette said.

“You shouldn’t restrain someone unless you know what you’re doing,” he scolded.

Colette swallowed, his stern words hitting her just right. “You’re right. But he wasn’t really restrained.”

“Loop straps,” Andrei added.

“I…do not understand your relationship with Landon,” Rolf said slowly.

“That’s okay, they don’t understand it either.” Andrei patted her shoulder companionably.

“And you do?” Colette countered.

“Yes. You’re in love, but neither wants to admit it, because it’s doomed. You don’t really trust each other, and at the end of the day, you’re a criminal and he’s an agent of the law.”

Colette stared down at her own hands, Andrei’s accurate, barefaced summary like a punch to the stomach.

“Andrei.” Rolf’s voice was thick with warning.

“So how was the sex?” Andrei asked her, ignoring Rolf.

Colette didn’t want to think about what it had been like to have Landon deep inside her. Not while Rolf’s hands rubbed over her ass and thighs, his thumbs occasionally coming close to brushing her pussy.

“I probably should have taken your offer of fingers,” she sighed.

“That bad, or that good?”

“That good.” She sucked in air as Rolf’s hands slid up her thighs, thumbs nearly skimming the gusset of the panties. “Let’s talk about something else.”

Andrei laughed, but it wasn’t cruel amusement.

Rolf patted her calf. “There. That will help your skin.”

Andrei’s arm slid under her, bracing against her waist to help her stand. Colette turned to face the two agents. This entire interlude had been odd, but needed. She felt better—both more emotionally steady, and her backside no longer felt sunburned.