Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 682(@200wpm)___ 546(@250wpm)___ 455(@300wpm)
“Thanks.” She looked over his leathers. Which she’d worked on. Everyone at The Hideout came to her when they had wardrobe malfunctions. Hunter had dropped some weight, and she’d taken in his leathers. “They look good on you.”
He grinned and put his fists on his hips. “Yeah, I’ve been working out with the new guy. He’s a great trainer. Luckily, thanks to you, I don’t have to buy new.”
Hunter often worked as the dungeon monitor, and he took his role seriously. Which meant he knew a lot of things and kept his eyes open. “Hey, have you seen Zach?”
Hunter nodded. “Yeah, he’s inside.”
So he hadn’t headed to the dungeon. He hadn’t gotten her rejection and moved on to the next sub. “Could you ask him to come out here?”
A brow rose over Hunter’s green eyes. “He do something I should know about?”
And he could be protective. “Not yet, but if I get my way, that could change.”
“You sure you know what you’re doing? I know he works with Coop and the twins and your brother, but there’s something off about him,” Hunter said. “I can’t put my finger on it, but he’s… I worry he’s not who he presents himself to be.”
“He’s a spy, Hunt. I assure you Kala doesn’t walk into a new situation and punch people the way she does here.” She wasn’t worried about Zach being a spy. Her brother was one, and TJ was perfectly harmless to anything but a hot dog. Or a burger. Or honestly, any kind of food. Her brother had the wildest metabolism. “I know what I’m getting into. It’s nothing more than a fun night.”
Hunter seemed to consider it for a moment and she got ready to go in and get Zach herself because Hunter McKay wasn’t about to make decisions for her. But right before she was about to make her way into that sacred male space, Hunter opened the door. “I’ll get him. You be careful, kid.”
“Kid?” But the door had already closed. He was like a year and a half older than she was and he called her kid. He was a kid. He worked for his dad and everything, and just because he could fly a plane didn’t make him more mature than she was. Kid. He was a kid.
The door opened and a man walked through.
Whoa. Zach Reed was at least six foot four and had broad shoulders and a six-pack to die for. Dark hair and the warmest brown eyes and a jawline cut from granite. And lips. Damn he had gorgeous lips that were curling up. “You change your mind, sweetness?”
The nickname didn’t apply, and yet somehow it threatened to make her toes curl. She moved into his space. He was finally looking at her, and she wasn’t going to waste his focus. She got in close and tilted her head up, looking at that cut jawline and wanting to run her lips over it. “I’m looking for some stress relief tonight, Sir. Do you think you might be able to help me? I’m sorry for my first reaction. It’s been a rough couple of days, but I assure you I’m not normally one to run away from something I want.”
Was that a gun or was he suddenly happy to see her?
He eased back slightly since guns weren’t allowed on the dungeon floor. “That is good to know, and I would be happy to play with you. Let’s sit down and set some ground rules.”
She followed him, ready for her night to begin.
Chapter Two
Zach closed the door to the privacy room and had to take a steadying breath. What the hell was this woman doing to him? They had stood in front of the main stage where Aidan and Tristan tortured their sub, but all the while his whole focus had been on the woman in front of him. They stayed toward the back since he needed to talk to her while they watched, and he hadn’t wanted to gain the attention of Gabriel Lodge, who was training a bunch of kid Doms who looked like they should be back in high school.
And when the scene was finished in perfectly filthy style, she’d suggested they go to a privacy room.
He’d asked her questions about how the scene made her feel.
Horny, she’d replied in that bratty fucking way that got his motor running.
He had not planned on coming to a room with her. He’d thought they might find a play space and he would spank her and probably get her off and deal with a righteously unsatisfied dick.
He turned and hoped he had his Dom face on and not the puppy-dog eyes he was kind of worried he had.
Everything about this woman did it for him.
“Are you worried about something, Sir?” Devi sat on the bed, one long leg crossed over the other.