She explained that it was time for her to explore other opportunities. That tonight would be the last time she saw him. That this wasn’t regret, but growth. That she hoped he understood.
The email was scheduled to send later that night. After their session.
I read it twice. Slowly.
There was no panic in it. No hesitation. No doubt.
This wasn’t something that had kept her up all night.
This was something she’d already decided.
I glanced at her again. Had she decided this because she wanted to say yes to my date invitation or was it something else. Could I go into tonight not knowing? Did I have a choice?
She was curled into the couch now, one hand slack against the blanket I’d pulled over her. Peaceful in a way she hadn’t been when I arrived.
She was planning on ending it with her master. With me.
And she hadn’t told him when she’d accepted earlier this morning. The email her master had sent right before I’d shown up at her door. The one that had told me she was awake.
I closed the email without canceling it. Without changing a word. Just let it sit there, ticking quietly toward its appointed hour.
Then I shut the laptop and set it aside.
I leaned back, eyes on her, letting the implications settle. Not jealousy. Not anger.
Just assessment.
She wasn’t running from him.
She was clearing space.
I reached for the blanket when she shifted, tucking it more securely around her shoulders. She sighed, settling deeper into sleep.
Tonight was supposed to be her last time.
I stayed where I was, watching her breathe, already recalibrating everything I thought I knew about what came next. She'd scheduled the email to send about the time our session would normally end so there would be no changing her mind.
Whatever she thought she was ending…she hadn’t yet decided what came next.
And that, I realized, was where I came in. Sebastian Reid CEO, not the man she met in the shadows, but the man she met in the day light.
Chapter 29
Mira
Iwas floating. Everything about tonight had been perfect. He had been perfect. The pain, the bliss, the wonderful subspace he'd sent me to.
Something about tonight had been different, and I couldn't put my finger on it. There was a deeper connection, an intimacy I hadn't felt before—at least on this level. That was one of the reasons that had led me to write the email that was sitting on my laptop, ticking like a time bomb, set to go off in an hour. I had feelings for the man who was fucking me to oblivion, and that was against the rules. Not only that but right now, the face I imagined, who had my legs pinned in the crook of his arm, pushed over my shoulder, pounding into me, was none other than Mr. Sebastian Reid himself. The man who, hours ago, had showed up to my apartment unannounced, with my favorite food from my favorite bakery and asked me out again.
When I said no, he had still gone over my work notes, and tucked me in on the coach when I'd dozed off. In my defense, I'd been up all night trying to prevent Stan from doing what he had threatened, but he'd already laid the groundwork, and I couldn't break in. If I could get ahead of him, I could tell Sebastian whathad happened in the elevator Friday, but I had to protect Micah by all means.
Now I was hearing, not my master’s deep, growly tone, but Sebastian's in my ear as I was moments from falling into orgasmic bliss.
"Come, Mira. Come for me."
I blinked behind the blind fold, his voice so familiar, telling myself my mind was playing tricks on me. His hot breath on my neck grounded me as he pinched my clit and thrust in again, more frantic this time.
"God, Mira.”
