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Mike held her captive against his chest. A vision of Tovia in that situation flashed through his brain and even as it turned him on to think of her at his mercy, seeing another man’s hands on her had him seeing red.
    He’d held back last week while she was playing with Mike, but now she was his. And that meant exclusive access to her sweet body until she told him otherwise.
    He just prayed she never denied him.
    Nodding to Dimitri, the Dom on bar duty, Keilor took a seat at the far end of the L-shaped bar and grunted in thanks when a frosty bottle of water landed in front of him.
    When his fingers started to tap on the side of his stool, he clenched them into a fist. He would wait, patiently, for Tovia to show up. Somehow.
    Three quarters of the way through his water bottle, Dimitri whistled. “Incoming.”
    He turned and caught sight of Tovia, long-limbed and dressed in black lace, mousing across the room, alternately ducking her head and staring at various scenes in progress around the room. By the time she reached his side, a fine tremble worked through her hands. Like that, his long week disappeared. Until the morning, he didn’t want to think about anything beyond her.
    Needing to reestablish barriers so he didn’t throw her over his shoulder like a caveman and drag her upstairs to fuck all night, he took her hand and kissed her palm. “Kneel.” With a wink, Dimitri handed him a floor pillow from the stack behind the bar. He dropped it onto the floor, then pointed down.
    Her glossy pink lips popped open, and he imagined sliding his cock between them. “Sir—”
    “Kneel, firebird.” He knew this pushed her buttons. She’d balked their first time together, when he’d tried to put her on the spanking bench. That time, he’d acquiesced, moving her to a standing station. Tonight, though, he wanted her to feel the power exchange.
    She bit into her tempting bottom lip then complied. Her head rested against his knee and he stroked her silky red strands while he reminded himself to take things slow with her, hearing Samantha’s warning to be careful with Tovia.
    Don’t scare her away. Don’t come on too strong. Don’t let her know how very much you want to keep her for your own.
    Damn, he’d never been this full of doubt. What was it about this woman that did him in? As if he could hear Keilor’s every thought, Dimitri smirked then sauntered to the other end of the bar where Mike was now nursing a beer. At least he had a modicum of privacy, though not nearly as much as he’d like.
    While there was no prohibited contact or scene play, so long as it was safe, sane and consensual, the things he had in mind for Tovia were acts he didn’t want anyone witnessing. His gut churned at the thought of other members—other Doms—watching Tovia come apart in his arms.
    And if he had his way, she’d spend all night doing just that. He had limited time to convince her not to run from what was growing between them, and no end of pleasurable things he ached to do to her.
    A little sigh huffed from her lips and her head sank against his thigh. From this angle, he could see her curves, front and back, encased in sinful black lace. No corset this week. God, she had beautiful breasts. High, soft, but not too big, balancing out the gentle curve of her hips like a 50’s pin-up. Her ass was barely contained in boyshort underwear in a dense black lace, showing just the barest glimpse of skin through the fabric. Across the room, Samantha caught his eye and gave him a knowing wink.
    Fuck. Was he obvious to every damn member of the club? If the game was up, there was no use in waiting. “Come here, Tovia.”
    She clambered to her feet, her eyes locking on his until they were eye to eye. He gave in, pulling her against his chest and wrapping his arms around her lithe form. He inhaled to take in the sweet, honey scent of her hair, biting back the groan building in his chest. She fit him perfectly. “We need to talk a bit before