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Wyatt was right, this was about survival, and he had no choice. There weren’t many choices we could make when being in this lifestyle. There was a lot of “have to” involved.

Eyeing my ring and fingering the new pendant, my heart ached, torn in half. There were many rewards, though. I was in love with two very gorgeous, amazing men who seemed devoted to me. I just needed to find a way to make this work and be happy with the choices I’ve made.

Chapter 14

Wyatt Shaw

I lightly tapped on the frame of her open door, leaning against it when she flashed a smile. Crossing my arms, I watched Chastity clean up her massage room, the music still crooning from the speakers.

“I’ll be done in a minute or two.”

“No rush. I’m rather enjoying the view.”

A blush pinkened her cheeks as she cast a timid glimpse through her lashes. “Behave.”

“Everyone’s gone. Don’t worry.”

Tossing the rag in the bin after wiping down the table, she bit the bottom corner of her mouth. “Everyone’s gone?”

“Mm hm. Everything’s all locked up and—”

Her chest crashed into mine, knocking the wind from my lungs. Grunting, I was taken aback when her arms flung around my neck, her mouth crushing mine.

Shit, I wasn’t about to push her away, though. I groaned into her mouth and walked her to the table, groping her ass cheeks through her work pants. It had been a week since that night we rekindled our affair because Milo hadn’t had any business out of town. The only time we’d been away from him was when she was at work, and we were never alone here. One night and then distance; it was agonizing. I needed her!

She was fucking frantic, pawing at me, whimpering because it was taking so long to get my jeans unfastened. I had never had a woman so desperate to touch me.

Her hands shoved into my jeans, and she gripped me. The moment her flesh touched me, she paused, her lids closing with a long sigh. Slightly shaking her head, a lazy smile curled her lips, her hand slowly working down all my piercings. “Mm,” she purred, laying her cheek on my chest.

My heart was thudding to my ribs, dumbfounded at that whole scene. She acted like the mere act of touching me brought her pleasure.

Gripping her biceps, I tipped my head back and groaned, her strokes growing firmer as my dick hardened. My chin tucking to the side, I gazed down at her face, carefully removing the band from her hair so her locks spilled to her shoulders.

She straightened her spine to make eye contact and I swiped my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Smiling, her free hand caressed my chest, her fingers tracing lines to tattoos. For a moment, she lingered on the scar of my bullet wound and everything paused.

“Kitten,” I croaked.

She physically shook herself, bowing her head to take a nipple into her mouth, swirling the barbell.

My stomach turned over and I groaned. She pushed my jeans down and I kicked my shoes off, then stepped out of them while she quickly stripped out of her clothes, as well.

When she stretched her neck to kiss me, I spun her around, placing her palms on the table. Walking my fingertips up her arms to her shoulders, I whispered in her ear, “I watched you and Milo in Brooklyn.”

She gasped and blanched, snapping her attention to me. “What?”

“I left the door open in the exercise room and watched you.”

“Why?” she squeaked, her eyes misting.

Because I was a fucking idiot, a glutton for punishment. I wanted to see if she enjoyed sex with him as much as she did me.

She did, but it was different. When she was intimate with him, she came just as hard, but we clearly gave her different sensations.

Groping her ass cheeks, I bit the tip of her ear. “You really liked having your ass fucked, kitten. That’s something I’ve never claimed. You ready for my dick in your ass?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she purred, her velvety irises glossing.

I stepped away and looked at the line of oils on the shelf. “Which one of these should I use?”