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call from Jess. She and David are stuck in town. They’ve had to take a hotel room. There was a really disgusted note in her voice. I think they’d earmarked one of the dungeons for themselves tonight, seeing as the club is closed. One of the perks of being co-owner.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and the clinks and chinks of crockery being moved drifted toward her.
    It seemed Jess had gotten over her bad experience then. However, until she heard the lady tell her so, Shane wouldn’t settle, or decide what she might do. Stupid and irrational, she knew, but it niggled. And niggles weren’t something Shane ever chose to ignore these days, not since she had ignored her itch between the shoulder blades niggle over Pete. What a mistake that had been.
    “Hmm, I guess.” Shane nibbled her lip as she sat on the sofa and pulled the dressing gown around her. How much could she say? She had to give some sort of explanation, but it was so difficult.
    “Here you go.” Ross had re-entered without Shane noticing, and put her coffee and a ceramic biscuit tin shaped like a dick or vibrator on the table next to her. Shane looked at him and sniggered. It was so out of place in such a masculine room. “And this is yours?”
    “Sadly yes. It was a housewarming present from Jess and Kath, who said I was getting staid.”
    Staid wasn’t a word she would apply to him. “They have, ah, unusual tastes.”
    “Weird sense of humor, more like. Bratty subs both of them. Even having her babies hasn’t slowed Kath down. Luckily, both David and Jeff have their measures.” His fondness for the two couples was evident in the way he spoke about them
    Will he ever talk about me in that tone? Oh, God, I hope so. I want my chance now. Surely I deserve that?
    “Anyway,” Ross continued. “The biscuits aren’t cock shaped.” He paused and winked. “I’ve eaten those. These are nipples.”
    Shane stopped just as she was about to dip into the tin. “You prefer nipples to cocks then?”
    Ross roared with laughter. “Every time, kitten, every bloody time.”
    “You swore,” Shane said. “You won’t let me.” She pulled out a biscuit. A long oblong, ordinary shortbread. You lied as well. This isn’t a nipple.”
    “I must have eaten all the nipples then.” Ross didn’t sound at all repentant. “I apologize for my language. Maybe I need pussies next?”
    Pussy singular if I have any say in the matter. For one awful moment, Shane thought she’d spoken aloud.It was hard not to exhale heavily when she realized she hadn’t.
    “Well, whatever turns you on.”
    “You, it seems.” Ross looked down at the outline of his cock straining the denim of his jeans. “I hope this denim is a strong as the makers boast, or I’m in trouble. You’d never believe it was an accident.”
    “I would so. I’m not that stupid,” Shane said, stung at his assumption she was so shallow. “No one would rip two-hundred dollar jeans on purpose. Well, not with their cock, think of the grazes you’d get.”
    He winked.
    “You sod, you’re taking the p…” She stopped mid-sentence. She wanted to try to not swear. “You’re taking the mickey.”
    “Just a bit, kitten. Sorry.” However, he didn’t look the least bit sorry.
    Ross leaned over her and selected a biscuit. “However, I stand by the fact these jeans are now bloody uncomfortable.” As he straightened up, his elbow hooked in the neckline of her dressing gown, and made it gape. A slither of red showed.
    She tugged it back to where it was, but she should have known Ross would have noticed and put two and two together. Doms were trained to be aware of every nuance and action, and Ross wasn’t anywhere near unobservant.
    “Kitten, what have we here?” He ran his finger across her neck and along the edge of the V. His knuckles grazed her soft skin then rubbed the material. It tightened over her breasts and her sensitive nipples peaked against the silk. That friction set up a corresponding