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Fuck, the things he wanted to do to her. The ways he wanted to use her.

“At the club. And Ashley, before you come… research what kink is. Because I want to do more than fuck you. You’ve been a very, very naughty girl.”

It took every ounce of willpower he had to pull himself away from her when she was looking up at him like that, aroused and slightly fearful, excited and nervous. Everything he liked to see in a submissive. Everything that had turned him on before marriage to Janet had killed his impulses.

He hadn’t been to the Outlands in years, but he’d kept up his membership in some sort of vain hope that maybe one day, Janet would come around again. Now, he was damn glad he had. Privacy and discretion were bywords at the club. No one was going to let a private investigator in, especially once he gave the owner a heads up.

He would be free to do what he wanted with whoever he wanted.

But the only person he wanted was Ashley.

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Ashley

What am I doing here? This is a huge mistake.

That’s all Ashley could think as she stared at the blacked-out windows of the Outlands. It looked closed, but she’d seen people going through its doors a few minutes ago. People wearing trench coats, despite the hot weather. She could only imagine what they were wearing—or not wearing—beneath the coats.

The Outlands used to be a restaurant by day and a dance club at night. Last she’d heard, it had closed down. Once she’d looked into it, it turned out it had closed down to become a private club, but she hadn’t been able to find out what kind of private club. Not anywhere that was easily searchable online.

Thanks to Mr. Black, she had an inkling of what was inside.

Telling me to research kink.

Ha.

If all the kinky romance books she read counted as research, she was a fucking expert.

“Fifty Shades of Grey” had started her down the path, but that had just been the tip of the iceberg. Now, she dabbled in more serious waters. Lexi Blake. Cherise Sinclair. SierraCartwright. Shayla Black. Lila Dubois. Ashley had a full, kinky collection.

What she didn’t have was experience.

Did she want real experience? What if reality didn’t live up to the fantasy?

And what the fuck was she doing, meeting a married man for kinky sex? The father of her dad’s new wife, no less?

Sure, he said he was getting a divorce. That was a common refrain among cheaters. Of course, with Mr. Black, she believed it. Not just because his wife was cheating on him, but because she was doing it with his business partner, which tangled matters. She didn’t blame him for waiting to serve the papers until after he’d made sure his company was protected.

Ashley took a deep breath and let it out.

She’d come here for a reason. Because drunk or sober, she wanted him. He made her feel alive again. Made her excited again. Both things had been in short supply since her dad had announced he was divorcing her mom because he’d been sleeping with her best friend. Ashley hadn’t realized how numb she’d become until now.

For the first time in months, she wanted.

She yearned.

She craved.

Why did everyone else get to take what they wanted without considering how others felt, but she was still standing here, not going after whatshewanted?

Her dad and Slut-becca definitely hadn’t cared about how she or her mom would feel. They’d be getting home from their freaking honeymoon tomorrow, not a care in the world.

Mrs. Black didn’t care about how her husband would feel. Her lover didn’t care how his business partner would feel.

Even Uncle Kellar. He was going after Ashley’s mom, knowing full well her dad would probably blow up, despite the fact he’d been the one to end the marriage.

So, why was she hesitating to take what she wanted?

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