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into her mouth. She sucked and licked and teased and reveled at his urgency—his hand on her head, his shallow breathing.
    He’d taken her on a wild journey the night before, forced her to overcome her insecurities, forced her to just be with him, to just focus on the pleasure. And tonight, she was going to do the same for him.

Chapter Seven
    The sun was quickly disappearing behind Houston’s vast downtown skyline, when, for the first time in the month since Blake had been involved with Kim, he walked into the Alexander Wine Cellar, located a few blocks from the hospital and Kim’s store. Owned by Marcus Alexander, the Master of all Masters in the Society, the Cellar served the public, but it also hosted special members-only privileges that he intended to take advantage of tonight.
    A month of fucking her every possible way he could think of, and he still hadn’t worked her out of his system. No… fucking was no longer the right word. Three nights before, they’d made love . Hell. He was pretty sure they’d been doing that from the beginning. But that night—that night, he’d been ten-feet-under in making love. And he’d done exactly what he’d done the last time she’d spooked him. He’d stayed away from her, thinking that would get her out of his mind. Then today, he’d actually caught himself thinking about her while reviewing a patient’s file. This had to end. They had to end. Which meant he needed a good fuck to pull him back into reality, back into the Society.
    Appropriately dressed in black slacks and a gray button-down shirt, Blake entered the main lounge area of the Cellar, where fine wine and rich mahogany furnishings gave off the Old World feel of money and luxury and made it popular with the upper echelons of the downtown crowd. One glance at the bar, and he found a target who he knew, even with her back to him—a blonde beauty named Cara, who flipped from Sub to Dominant, depending on her bedmates. She’d also been the woman on the red sheets at the gallery, which came with unfortunate memories of Kim, but he’d deal with it. He’d deal with about anything to try to get rid of the edge biting at his nerves.
    Cara turned as he approached, gave him a lusty look and stood up. She didn’t speak, her silence telling him she knew what role she would play with him, her expression telling him she was ready to do whatever he wished, however he wished. And, fuck him, she was wearing a short, tight red dress.
    Blake curled his fingers into his palms, unable to think of anything but Kim. He could take Cara up the long winding stairs to his left, to one of the private members-only rooms, tie her up and fuck her any which way he wanted, and yet somehow, he knew it wouldn’t be satisfying. It was then that he recognized what he’d been missing. He’d never been satisfied fully, never found what he’d needed, no matter how erotic the adventure. Until Kim. His distraction wasn’t about Kim—not directly. It was about him—trying to get where he was right now, right this moment. To the point of knowing that what he needed was her.
    Cara gave him another quick once-over and sighed with regret, before leaning against the bar, elbows behind her, her ample cleavage thrust into view. “I’ll be here, if you change your mind.”
    But he wouldn’t. Blake was a man on a mission, a man who went after what he wanted. And he wanted Kim and had every intention of telling her that and more, tonight.
    The ten-minute walk to the store lasted ten minutes too long. The moment he walked into the store, it was like déjà vu, but not quite. She stood behind the counter, the way she had been that first night he’d shown up here, but instead of being happy to see him, there was something more. There was hurt and betrayal, both of which he knew he’d caused.
    Blake didn’t bother to lock the door or ask if they were alone. He was around the corner and pulling her into his arms in two seconds flat, his hand sliding