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like fear had stirred in her dark eyes when she registered my erection pressing into her sweet ass. She’d said she didn’t want to have sex. Did she really think I’d violate her just because I was aroused?
    Confused and frustrated, I set aside my e-reader before I could be further affected by the sexy words she’d written.
    For the first time in longer than I cared to think about, I had gone unsatisfied for the evening at Decadence. I never failed to find a partner and see to my needs to dominate and fuck.
    My dick tented my bed sheets, aching for release. Even though I’d put Chloe’s erotic book away, visions of her bent over a spanking bench filled my mind. Her pussy had been perfect, bare and pink. Her sheer panties had done little to conceal it from me. I’d had to summon up all my careful control to keep myself from removing the scrap of lace with my teeth and tasting her on my tongue.
    Her pussy was easy to envision now, wet and waiting for me. Her body would be pinned down to the bench, helpless to resist me. She’d moan her need and beg me to touch her, to fuck her.
    I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and stroked, imagining sliding into her slick heat. I’d start slow, teasing her with pleasure until she whimpered and whined for me to fuck her hard. I’d tangle my fingers in her long copper curls, tugging her head back to force her to arch into me. She’d turn her face to look back at me, her green eyes clouded with lust and devotion.
    “Katie,” I groaned her name aloud, tormented by need and painful love.
    “Reed,” she moaned out in my fantasy.
    My eyes snapped open, and I wrenched my hand away from my dick with a snarl. I sucked in deep breaths, my fingers curling to fists at my sides as I struggled to force the vision from my brain.
    This was why I should have found a play partner who wanted to fuck. If left alone with my thoughts, they always strayed to Katie. I needed a real-life woman to keep me grounded in the present. Sexual pleasure was supposed to help me forget my lost love, not rip apart my fucking heart with reminders of her.
    Damn Carina for convincing me to show Chloe around. If I’d been free to find a fuck buddy, I wouldn’t have engaged in such a hot scene that didn’t end with sexual gratification.
    I never should have played with Chloe.
    She’d made it clear from the very beginning that she was off-limits, but she’d intrigued me, and I’d wanted to dominate her. It had been a stupid decision. She’d hurt my pride, and I’d felt I had something to prove by bringing out her submission. It had been immature, a decision I might have made ten years ago when I was new to the lifestyle. By now, I should be confident enough as a Dom that I didn’t have to win the respect of a woman who wasn’t even really a sub.
    But losing Katie had brought many lingering insecurities back to plague me over the last two years. BDSM had helped me overcome the years of bullying and helped me to find confidence and inner peace. The fact that I’d allowed Chloe to get under my skin just proved how far I’d fallen.
    Get over it. Go to work tomorrow. Do some good. Go to Decadence. Fuck someone. Repeat.
    I heaved in a deep breath. This was just a glitch, a disturbance in my comfortable routine. I’d return to my familiar coping mechanisms and move past it. Chloe would go back to Chicago, and I wouldn’t have to worry about what had happened with her anymore. God knew I’d never return to Dusk, so I’d probably never see her again.

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    T he next morning , I stepped out of the elevator and into the office, and stopped in my tracks. My brain stuck for a moment. What I was seeing couldn’t be right. She couldn’t be here. She didn’t belong.
    Chloe stood beside Sharon where they’d been waiting for the elevator. Chloe simply regarded me with mild interest, her expression bland and polite. Nothing about her features reflected the shock that punched through my gut at the sight of her