Page 5 of Brutal Sin

She shook her head. “I’m not willing to share Leo. And T.J. is far too sweet for thisrole.”

He trudged toward her, the enthusiastic glow in her eyes lessening with each step he took. “What role, exactly?”

“I need you to work your magic on someone who’s having trouble in the orgasm department.”

His frown was an adequate response.

“Don’t look at me like it’s a hardship.” She swung around and continued bounding down the stairs. “Hurryup.”

“Wait.” Shay knew better than to play matchmaker, which meant curiosity now had him by the balls, pushing him to catch up to her at the bottom landing. He grabbed the crook of her arm and encouraged her to stop. “Why can’t someone else handleit?”

“She’s tried everyone. Nobody succeeded.”

“Then tell her to come back next time the Vault is open. There’s always fresh meat to sample.”

“She’s been attending for months. Probably years. She’s ready to cancel her membership.”

“Then maybe that’s for thebest.”

Shay’s expression morphed from hope to anger. “Don’t be such a selfish prick. I know you’ve got what it takes.”

“I don’t doubt it. But I’ll repeat—I’m not the helpingtype.”

“Then consider it a challenge. Leo told me you have plans to organize a development night focused on women’s pleasure. This would be a great test to your skills.”

“I don’t need to be tested, sunshine.”

“I disagree.”

The corner of his lips twitched. “Then drop those panties and allow me to demonstrate.”

Her laughter was light and infectious. That was the problem with Shay—she made him feel different, less abrasive, when he much preferred to remain distant and caustic.

“You know that’s not going to happen. But I will encourage you to prove yourself with this chick. Every other man here is incapable of making her climax. I’m sure you could outline her problems in some sort of case study and make this the perfect opportunity to show patrons you’re fit to teach.”

He leaned in, his face inches from hers as he smirked. “I’ve seen you watching me down here. You know I’m fit to teach.”

“Pleasuring innumerable women who are already primed from the Vault atmosphere isn’t a valid indication. I doubt you’d have the same results with someone who’s highly specific in her needs and no longer wants to behere.”

“Highly specific?”

“She wants to be controlled. To be mastered. She doesn’t want to draw a road map for every guy who gets between her thighs.”

He straightened, trying to fend off the catnip piquing his interest.

She narrowed her eyes and grinned. “Come on. You know you want to. It’s a trifecta. You get to pleasure a beautiful woman during work hours. You’ll gain a great case-study for your class, while also proving you’re the most talented man in theclub.”

The title wasn’t up for debate.

“Please.” She clasped her hands together and raised them to her chest—begging with an added hint of cleavage persuasion. “Do this forme.”

“I won’t make any promises. I need to meet her first.”

She nodded and walked backward until she reached the locker room doorway. “Bryan, I’d like you to meet Pamela.”

Pamela?

Fuck.

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