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She looked up at him in surprise. “It’s your suite,” she finally murmured. “I would feel bad if you weren’t in there with me.”

He kissed her temple and nodded. “Fair enough.”

That night, he didn’t attempt to have sex with her. In fact, he sat on the bed working quietly on his tablet while she drifted off to sleep. When she woke the next morning, coffee was waiting for her and he was already gone.

Dragging on clothes, she took her coffee and went in search of him.

He wasn’t downstairs in the conference room working, so she stepped onto the porch to see if his car was in the lot. It wasn’t.

As she was stepping back inside, the roar of a motor coming up with hill caught her attention and she leaned against the railing, watching as Lance maneuvered the sleek car into a parking space.

He stepped out of the car, sunglasses in place and flashed her a grin before he bent down and retrieved bags of food.

“Morning, love. I thought you might want food before we start our day.”

She nodded appreciatively, more at the sight of him than the food but didn’t say anything.

They settled in the conference room and quietly ate breakfast.

Finally, she couldn’t handle the silence anymore.

“I still want you,” she blurted.

Lance leaned back and watched her carefully before a slow grin stretched across his face. “I know,” he murmured. “I still want you. Just trying not to be overbearing while we figure our shit out and get this job done.”

“So… can we play tonight?”

He leaned against the table and seemed to ponder her question. “We can. Any requests?”

She shook her head. “You know I prefer it when you surprise me.”

“OK then. I’ll be ready with something fun.”

That night, she felt trepidations as she dressed. Lance had sent her into the club gift shop to pick out something skimpy that she thought he would enjoy peeling off of her later. Now she stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting the black and green lace dress—if you could call it that—trying to get it to cover more of her ass and thighs.

There was nothing she could do about the way her breasts nearly burst out of it, that’s how the piece was designed.

Finally, she gave up and slipped into a pair of heeled boots and went to meet him in the bar. It was just after seven so people were already drinking and talking when she stepped in.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she spotted him leaned against the bar. The dark t-shirt he wore stretched tight across his body and the jeans hugged his ass. Her gaze wandered to his boots and her pussy clenched at the thought of the way he’d used them the last time they’d played.

Garrett Oliver was making his way through the bar as she made a path to Lance. He touched her arm to stop her. “Thanks for all you’ve done for us, Marissa,” the smiling Dom said quietly.

“You’re welcome Master Garrett,” she murmured. When he saw her gaze locked on Lance he chuckled. “I’ll let you continue on then.”

She grinned and took long strides until she reached Lance. His hand settled at her waist and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. When he pulled away, Mitch was standing in front of them holding out her drink of choice.

She took a grateful sip and set it back on the bar.

“Hi,” she murmured.

“Hi, Kitten. You look stunning.” His fingers traced the pattern of lace on one side and she shuddered.

“Incoming,” Mitch said with a whistle.

Lance and Marissa both turned in the direction of the bartender’s gaze.

“Shit,” Lance murmured. “Looks like she’s headed our way.”

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