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for Hermit of the Year.”
    Reece ground his teeth. “If you bothered to check, you’d know I’m seldom home at night. I just don’t do my prowling where you and all the other gossips like your wives can chew it over.”
    “Hey.” Mark punched his arm lightly. “Leave our wives out of it.”
    “Are we gonna sit around here all day and jaw about my sex life? We have work to do.”
    He clicked his tongue and urged his horse forward, first into a walk then a trot, and moved down the next line of fence.
    His brothers were right, but not in the way they thought.
    He was getting plenty of sex. It just happened to be with the wrong woman. And he had no idea what to do about it.
    Going to the club was a double edged sword these days.
    On the one hand, he was working off his frustration on his favorite subs. On the other, seeing Katie move gracefully through the crowds, doing her job, drove him nuts. For ten years he’d regretted what happened, how he’d approached her about his desires. Now he was caught in a trap where he had no idea how to rectify that or even if she was interested.
    Last night he’d been in agony. One of the Doms with the best reputation, Logan Meranda, was training a new sub and the couple had agreed to do it in the viewing room. Word had spread, so the club was packed. Reece knew he should have stayed away or at the very least hung out in the background.
    Instead, when he saw Katie watching with the Dungeon Master, he’d moved up to stand on the other side of her.
    Big mistake.
    Watching the Dom shackle his sub to a spanking bench and describe and demonstrate the proper technique for using a flogger, a paddle and a cane, with Katie just a breath away, made Reece’s cock so hard and his balls so tight he was in actual physical pain. But when Logan had the sub kneel on a padded table, wrists shackled to the side, vibrators in both her ass and cunt while she sucked his dick, Reece nearly lost it. Closing his eyes, imagining Katie in that position sent him running to his private room to once again jack off as frustration, both physical and emotional, racked him.
    So today he’d been doing his damndest to work it out of his system, pushing himself, his brothers, and the hands. But hard work apparently wasn’t the answer, and he’d been taking everyone’s head off since early that morning. He’d have to face this situation sooner rather than later. The problem was he had no idea if Katie would cut him any slack.
    Rawhide was jammed. Reece was glad he had a designated parking space or he’d probably be leaving his vehicle blocks away. The moment he let himself in through the back door, the sounds and scents of the club washed over him. The low hum of conversation was overlaid with groans and screams of pleasure, the air carrying the scent of arousal, reminding him there was another demonstration going on tonight.
    Katie had been with them for three weeks now and doing an outstanding job. Her warm personality, low key approach to situations, and sharp business mind drew raves both from the members and from Clint. On the one hand, he was proud of her, but on the other, the more she excelled at her job, the harder it was going to be to approach her. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
    Standing at edge of the crowd he scanned the room, spotting her near the glass enclosure, monitoring the activity.
    When he didn’t see Clint, he assumed his partner was in his office. Good. That gave him a chance to have a talk he hoped wouldn’t put a crimp in either their friendship or partnership.
    She’d certainly been Miss Prim the night they had coffee, despite the signs his sub radar picked up. He’d been curious to see if there were traces left of what they’d had between them. For him, the answer came in an instant. Yes. No doubt.
    The heat blazed even hotter and higher. Did she still burn for him? Had her attitude just been her safeguard in case he no longer cared? They had unfinished business, for