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Sex last night had been far from “vanilla” but also hadn’t been a BDSM scene, despite the restraints.

“I don’t want to scene right now,” she said softly. “But I want you to take control. I need you to touch me, to make me forget.”

“I was planning to touch you. Everywhere.”

“And I want you hot.” Colette pressed her palm to his hip and inched her fingers up under the hem of his shirt, finding warm, bare skin. “Like you were when I fucked you.”

“Do you mean you want my dick hard as a rock? Because we’re past that point, love.” He grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to his crotch. He was wearing slacks, and she was able to mold the fabric around him.

“I need you to—” I need you to love me. “I need you,” she finished softly.

He gripped her jaw, tipping her face up. He studied her, and she wondered what he could see in her eyes, what secrets she might no longer be able to keep from him.

Did he know she loved him?

“Tonight, you answer every question I ask you, and you obey every command.”

“Yes…” She thought about saying Sir, or Master, but those words would shift this moment into a scene, and this was so much more than that.

As if he could hear what she was thinking, he said, “No rules about what you call me. No high protocol. Just you and me.”

“That sounds perfect.”

His thumb rubbed her lower lip. “If I put my hand in your panties, are you going to be wet?”

“Very.”

“Good.” His smile was wicked. “But I’m warning you, you’re going to have to be a good girl before I fuck you and I let you come.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

“I’m a very good girl,” Colette purred, the heat of arousal burning through the cold that had plagued her during her conversation with the three Doms.

Landon leaned back, bracing his shoulders against the door and watching her from beneath his long, dark lashes. “Take off your clothes, Colette.”

She wasn’t sure the corset and panties even qualified as clothes, but she reached for the front closures of the corset, gently rolling it into a tube once it was off. Stripping off the panties was actually a little more difficult, the wet gusset clinging to her labia.

But something in his gaze shifted, his body tensing as he looked at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. “For putting you on display in the club.”

“Why are you sorry?”

Landon pushed away from the door. He came up to her, but didn’t touch her. “I shouldn’t have even touched you, let alone topped you, given what you went through.”

“You didn’t know I’d gone through something, because I didn’t tell you,” she countered. He hadn’t actually gotten her all the way naked on that stage, but she doubted pointing out that technicality would help.

He growled low in his throat. “You should have told me before we agreed to scene.”

“Yes. I should have. But then you might not have touched me.”

“I’d still have touched you, but if I’d know he kept you chained up, naked, and let other men look at you, I wouldn’t have stripped you in front of the rest of the club.”

Colette bowed her head at the same time she reached out and gripped the sides of his shirt, holding on to him like he was an anchor.

“I didn’t realize you’d picked up on that,” she said softly. She’d tried to be carefully not to explicitly say that he’d forced her to remain naked.

“I know you left out details of what he did to you.” Landon cupped her neck, thumb smoothing over her cheek, but he didn’t force her to look at him. “And you don’t have to tell me, but I’m going to go slow, be careful.”