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I slide off my seat, carefully approaching him.

“My phone?Do you, uh...know where it is?Or where my clothes are?I mean, these are nice, but, uh?—”

“You don’t like them?”he asks, and I almost swear I see a look of disappointment.

“No, I like them.I just...”

Matty slides his hands into his pocket, procuring my phone.

“Keep them,” he says cooly.

“Thanks,” I say, blinking, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Of course.”He hands me my phone, and for a moment, I look at it like it is so much more than a phone.

It feels like it is, anyway.

My fingers brush against his as I take it, and I remember how they felt against my skin.Gripping my throat, stroking my back.My pesky cock remembers, too, stiffening from the memory, and I have to shift my position not to draw attention.With these briefs and sweatpants, it would be far too noticeable.

He pulls away, nodding.“I will have your things delivered to your residence,” he says coldly as he heads toward the door.

He turns, his voice softening just a hair.“The car is here.”

CHAPTER11

Mateo

I let outa breath as I pinch my nose, trying to focus on mindfulness, and not on Dare, who is curled up against the side of the window, with his legs curled beneath him.

Memories flash through my brain from the previous night.

The drinks, the angels.

Dare pressing his body against mine, taunting me.

Telling me he was going to make me fuckingbeg.

Something flipped inside me when he made that comment—threat?—, his words activating something dormant and desperate, and I was so close to giving in.So close to coming, it should be embarrassing.

And knowing that Dare Wylde was somehow capable of infiltrating those abandoned parts of me was terrifying and blissful.

But he was also drunk, and I wasn’t in my right mind, either.

Clearly.

And then, I nearly came in my fucking pants like a damn teenager, despite all my tantric training, and that was enough of a sobering moment.

I’m not one for public displays of sex in general, and though the dungeons are private, we were still quite in the open whereanyonecould have seen us.

I’d forgotten where we were.

Because all I could focus on wasDare.

On the dark, cocky sound of his voice.

On his sizable hardness twitching against my own.

On the weight of his body pressed against me, like a weighted blanket that smelled like cheap cologne.

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