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seeing. After ten years she was used to anything. She swallowed a laugh, remembering the night she’d run out of the hotel room in Atlanta, leaving behind a furious and bewildered Reece Halliday. How life had changed.
    No, the reason she was so edgy was because she was hyperaware that the very same Reece was in his own private room playing with one of his subs. Clint had explained he had a silent partner who had his own room no one else used. That the man was a very alpha Dom whose position in the community demanded he have someplace like Rawhide to satisfy his sexual needs. But when he told her his partner was Reece Halliday, she’d had to work hard to conceal her shock.
    It was obvious to her that ten years hadn’t taken the tiniest edge off her feelings for Reece Halliday. Despite the temper tantrum she’d thrown when she walked out on him, she was still—and probably always would be—desperately in love with him. Maybe if she hadn’t been such an idiot and overreacted…Maybe if he’d taken the time to explain things to her a little better…Maybe if his total alpha personality hadn’t overwhelmed her…
    Now, she understood the lifestyle. Knew people lived it in varying degrees. Some twenty-four/seven, some only in the bedroom, some only outside their homes. And she was more than aware that it heightened the sexual awareness between two people. Ever since she’d started working at the clubs in Atlanta she’d had erotic fantasies about herself and Reece doing all the things she saw their clients do.
    It’s too late, idiot.
    When Dane excused himself to take care of something with a member, she’d offered to monitor the rooms for him and he’d nodded, distracted by the man claiming his attention.
    Keeping herself honest, she did take a peek at the other occupied rooms to make sure all was well. From the monitors in the lounge and the front entrance, she knew Reece’s sub had left. She saw her walking naked through the club, the marks of a fresh flogging bright on her ass. So what was he still doing in the room? When she slid back the panel and peered inside, what she saw immobilized her. She was unable to make herself move.
    Directly in her line of sight was a big leather armchair and sprawled in it, completely nude, was a very mature Reece Halliday. Every inch of his body was well-toned, the muscles defined as if molded by a sculptor. His broad chest was covered with a rich pelt of black hair matching the thick silk on his head. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, every angle of his face thrown into stark relief.
    But what really drew her was the sight of his fingers wrapped around his enormous cock, moving rapidly as he brought himself to orgasm.
    Holy crap!
    Hadn’t his sub satisfied him? What had happened in there tonight?
    She watched, fascinated, as his body jerked to the rhythm of his fist. She could actually hear the slap of his ass on the leather of the chair until, with a violent jerk, semen spurted from the head of his shaft, cascading over his fingers. His sweat-covered chest heaved as he drew air into his lungs, its movement slowing until finally he sat up and meticulously cleaned himself with the handkerchief spread over his thighs.
    Finishing his drink, he rose and left her line of sight, obviously to retrieve his clothes.
    He still had the grace of an animal, and even at this distance, with her vision limited, she could still tell he had the sexual magnetism and raw power of a wild stallion. She wondered what his favorite activities were with his subs? Did he use the toys he’d asked her about so long ago? Did he remember their time together, try to imagine it was her he was savoring, just as she did? For ten years every time she’d been in bed with a man, or pleasuring herself at home, she’d closed her eyes and called up the image of Reece Halliday’s face.
    Stop it.
    Katie slid the tiny panel shut and let herself quickly out of the narrow, enclosed hallway. Pausing in the