“Come for me again,” he murmured, as his arm slid around her and his fingers found her clit, moving in circles that made her gasp.
Her body reacted before her mind caught up, a shiver racing through her spine.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Give it to me.”
She clenched around him, and the sound he made—ragged and broken—told her he was gone.
His pace faltered, each thrust more demanding, the slap of skin on skin drowned out by the hum of the room and her own soft cries. His hand slid up her back, fisting in her hair.
“My sweet, Em,” he growled, burying himself, hips locked to hers. His release tore through him, his body shuddering against her as he let go.
He stilled, breath rough and uneven, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades.
When he eased out, it was with a long, satisfied sigh. He kissed her shoulder, whispering, “You undo me every damn time,” before pushing to his feet.
Moving around the bench, he released the cuffs, massaging her wrists, shoulders, hips then rubbed her where the straps had circled her thighs.
“You did so well,” he murmured. “I’m proud of you.”
She couldn’t speak. Her throat was tight, her body loose, her heart full.
He wrapped her in a soft blanket then lifted her and carried her from the room. Still drifting in the glow of release, she melted against him, head on his shoulder, uncaring where he took her so long as he didn’t let her go.
“Still with me, baby?”
She lifted her head and looked around. “Did I fall asleep?”
“You were floating.” He pressed a bottle of water into her hand. “Drink,” he ordered. “All of it.”
She sipped, curled in his lap. The lounge was quiet now, the crowd mostly gone. The world returned in slow pieces. She heard hushed conversation. Devil and Cari sat across from them, huddled close.
Leland and Mateo approached next. They’d been monitoring the play tonight. Each man collapsed into a chair, a bottle of beer in hand, crossing their feet on the table in front of them with a sigh.
Alec nudged the bottle of water to her lips. “Finish it, Em. Hydration is important after a scene.”
She obeyed, the plastic crinkling when she drained the last of it.
Rhys arrived last, no sign of Gaby, and headed straight for the bar.
“I’m gonna grab a beer,” Alec told her. “Do you want anything? Pretzels? Chocolate? You haven’t eaten in a while.”
“We keep a stash of chocolate ice cream behind the bar. It helps me even out after a scene,” Cari said from across the way.
“Is that a hint, sprite?” Devil asked.
“Do you mind?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“Of course not,” he said, shifting her from his lap then rose. “I’ll go with you,” he said to Alec.
She watched the two handsome doms—both tall and muscular, one light, one dark—walk away.
“Are you doing okay, Emily?” Cari asked, leaning forward.
The question caught her off guard. Had she seen her and Alec together? “I… uh…”
“I know what you’re going through,” she said, concern and empathy in her eyes. “I ran from them for three years.”
Emily frowned, not sure who “them” was. “I don’t understand.”
