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“Master Connor thought you might like to scene with me instead⁠—”

“Yes.”

She cut off what he’d been about to say, which was that they could find someone else for her to scene with. Instead, he ended up rocking back with surprise that she’d not only said she wanted to scene with him but that she’d actually interrupted him.

“I mean, if you want to, Sir.” Two spots of color appeared high in her cheeks. Her break in protocol was over with as soon as it had begun.

“I’d be happy to scene with you if you’d like me to.”

“I’d like that if you want to.”

Connor’s head moved with his gaze, going back and forth between them, his brow furrowing, and Asad realized how ridiculous they sounded. Like two kids on an elementary school playground trying to negotiate their first crush.

I like you. Do you like me?

I like you, too.

But do you like-like me?

Do you like-like me?

If you like-like me, I guess I like-like you.

Then I guess I like-like you, too.

Ah, fuck.

He like-liked Morgan.

The evidence was mounting to a point where he couldn’t ignore or deny it, not now that she was in front of him, in the flesh. Something had happened between them last week, and he’d gotten emotionally involved. Not because of any magic vagina bullshit. Just because… just because of Morgan herself.

He had two choices—he could turn and run because he was the goddamn Persian Excursion, and he didn’t do relationships, or he could nut up and accept that he’d fallen for Morgan and go from there.

When it came down to it, that really wasn’t a choice.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Morgan

Master Asad was looking at her very oddly, but it sounded like he wanted to scene with her. And she didn’t see Cassidy anywhere or any other submissive standing there like they were waiting on him.

He squared his shoulders, giving her a look she immediately recognized. The one that said he was in charge, that he was making a mental shift from Asad to Master Asad, not just a Dom in the club but a Dom who was focused on her. Excitement thrummed through her, her anticipation heightening in a way that it hadn’t when Master Connor had begun flogging her.

Not that he’d been flogging her very hard.

Master Connor was right; he wasn’t a good match for her.

She’d been drawn to him for the wrong reasons.

Yes, he was the right Dom for a submissive who needed cuddling and comforting, which Morgan had wanted, but she needed more than that. She’d wanted him because he was the opposite of Asad. Because he wouldn’t remind her of Asad. Because she didn’t want something close to what she’d had with Asad. She’d wanted Asad. And if she couldn’t have him, she now realized, she’d wanted the opposite of him.

Which was Connor.

“I’m taking over the scene,” Master Asad said. He glanced at Connor. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, Master Connor,” Morgan echoed softly. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure she could put into words why she was apologizing, but Master Connor seemed to understand. He smiled at her, putting his large palm on top of her head almost like a reassuring stroke, then moved away. For such a big man, he moved very quietly.