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takes a step away. “I’ve already said too much. Listen, there’s a play party at the club tonight. Wanna come?”
    “Am I being asked on a date?”
    “I don’t do dates. But I do scenes.” His words send a shiver down my spine. If not a date, another scene would be the next best thing. And who knows? Maybe it’ll lead to more.
    “Alright. I’ll be there. Gotta go.” And I go, practically skipping down the hall to the elevator.

Chapter 7
Gabriel
    I can get used to waking up like that. Homemade breakfast cooked by a gorgeous woman. It’s been ages since I’ve eaten with anyone up here. Might be best that she took off, or I’d be tempted to thank her properly, for hours, until she screamed my name. My dick’s uncomfortable in my jeans at the thought. She’s making it damn hard to keep to the no-relationships rule.
    I sigh. The dishes won’t do themselves. I think of Dawn while I rinse off the sticky syrup and load the dishwasher. Where are we heading? She’s interested. Even I get it, though last night wasn’t about that.
    I’m interested. That’s what scares the shit outta me. Beautiful, sassy, able to take a solid spanking while she twitches so enticingly under... aw Jesus, more of this and I’ll have to go rub one out. Fuck, she turns me on.
    Maybe a little fling wouldn’t hurt? Hell, I know where that ends. Never been one to get in and out; once I’m in, I’m stuck good. It would be so good to be stuck in her, though. The wiggle of her ass as she left down the hallway’s still fresh in my mind.
    Then there’s Viv. She wants back together, and damn, she looks good. Even after everything, it was fucking hard to tell her no, but I don’t wanna go back down that rabbit hole. She says she’s changed. I don’t believe a word of it, but man, we did have some good times. It’s dumb and crazy, unless I let my little head do the thinking.
    It’s when I toss out the paper napkins I notice the bag. What’s this? Donuts? Where did they come from? I open it. Crullers. Viv used to run downstairs and get us a bag on Saturdays, early, before I got up. But how would Dawn know about that?
    The doorbell.
    Viv was here. Who else? Had to have been, and Dawn lied about it. My grin spreads. The little minx was jealous. She does like me. There’s my ego boost for the day.
    Oh well, gotta get to the club. Get things set up. I’ve got a punishment to plan.
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    S he’s fucking gorgeous. Blue dress that matches her eyes that stops mid-thigh, only thin straps keeping it on. I’m already dying to slip those off, one shoulder at a time. She’s a dash of color in a sea of black leather, black makeup, black hair, black everything. It’s like no one thinks BDSM can be fun anymore. All serious and angsty. And then there’s Dawn.
    Her blonde hair’s put up, pinned with a fancy chopstick and exposing her neck, only a couple of curls allowed to hang down to frame her face. I love that look. Prim and proper, though her bright red lipstick paints the naughty girl underneath. The girl that sticks her ass out and begs for more spankings. The girl I’m going to show who’s boss in just a few minutes. I have to adjust myself at the thought.
    A lot of heads turn to her, many of them staring with hungry eyes. Better get down there before I have to make things awkward. Getting up from the bar, I approach. I know my eyes are as hungry as anyone’s. I can feel it, deep in my gut.
    She spots me and her face lights up. Those dimples are so fucking cute. Cute and sexy. I’m so on edge tonight, I’m not sure we’ll even make it to our play area before I take her. Shit, I want to, so bad, but we’re not ready. We’ll be in public, and that’s kind of a big step to be taking when put on the spot. Next time, we’ll do this in private.
    Shit, I’m already thinking of her as mine. I think she wants to be. Fuck, I know she does. My mind keeps telling me it’s not my gig, that I’m done with relationships,