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said. Pay attention here. I’ll teach you things.
    “Permission to speak?” Naya asked in a soft voice. Her tone was different now. She wasn’t the firebrand who could drill a phrase of steps into two dozen dancers in just a few minutes. She’d already hit that headspace, which Daniel desired almost as much as she did.
    His chest clenched on a greedy jolt. This was the good stuff, his angel reaching her full potential and happiness.
    He lifted his eyebrows at Remy. “Well?”
    The grin that shaped Remy’s finely carved features was…slinky. Knowledgeable. “Am I in charge yet? No other rules? You’re leaving me a lot of room to play. I like that.”
    There were other things Daniel could say. Warnings that Naya wouldn’t fuck Remy, that the sexual aspect was something only Daniel shared with her. After she came down, safe and cared for, she always turned to him.
    Except for the first time, he didn’t want to say that. He didn’t want to…close it off.
    “If Naya says red, it’s all off. No matter what.”
    “Of course. A gentleman always respects a lady’s wishes. I decided awful young I didn’t want to be a man who didn’t.”
    He dipped his head, which made Daniel wonder once again what secrets he hid. Some of them, at least, were unhappy.
    Only Remy didn’t look unhappy now. “Permission granted, sweetling.”
    He’d made her wait all that time, assured that she would wait. That it was his right to make her wait. Daniel could’ve achieved the same display of authority around a boardroom table. Easily. That would have involved strategy and power and defeating lesser opponents. None of that applied to the woman he loved.
    Her lashes fluttered. The face-down pose didn’t permit a hint of her thoughts, but Daniel read how her shoulders remained curved and loose, even with the hands behind her neck still perfectly poised. With her dancer’s physique, holding the position was nothing too strenuous. Instead it was the meaning of it, kneeling at the feet of two men.
    She cleared her throat, as if asking permission again. “I don’t know what to call you.”
    That was new. Daniel flicked his attention between Naya’s down-turned head and Remy’s. On previous occasions, she’d waited for her Dominant’s instructions. Naya had never asked.
    Remy passed his hand over the crest of her head, softly stroking her hair before tangling his fingers into the heavy mass. Naya lifted her face against what had to be a bite of pain. Her eyes were hazy, lids at half-mast. Her dusky-pink lips parted.
    She looked beautiful.
    “You may call me Sir.” Remy’s words hit a deeper timbre. Rougher. More assured. “Go to the couch. Stay on your knees. Keep your hands where they are. I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours take the lead.”
    A growl tightened Daniel’s chest. “I warned you about humiliation.”
    The look Remy snapped toward him was electric and powerful. He knew that look, when he flashed his power around the business world, when necessity meant taking down ambitious hotheads.
    “Did the girl say red?”
    “No.”
    “Then I’m the one giving a warning. I know what I’m doing. We all know it, or I wouldn’t be here. I heard what you had to say, Daniel. Red means red. Decide whether you can abide by that rule, or we don’t play at all.”
    Daniel’s first thought was fuck off , but he shoved that reaction down, far away. They were so close, sitting on the edge of something new. Giving up at this point wasn’t what he’d hoped. This was for Naya. This was about giving her what she needed while he enjoyed the beautiful view.
    Remy had been right. Naya hadn’t said a thing. No safe word.
    Underneath her slim-cut shirt, her nipples had beaded into sharp points. She gave Daniel a tiny nod. Many people would’ve missed it, but in that moment, between the two of them, it spoke volumes. She was still on track.
    Daniel met Remy’s challenging stare and said, “Fine. Your way.”
    “Good.” The