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She grabbed the door handle Too late He was already there, wrenching her car door open with such force she winced Her little car creaked in protest One day it was just going to fall apart She didn’t want to think about that day Taking public transportation at night wasn’t her idea of fun She forced herself to look up at Sloan, who loo its way through her body But that shiver wasn’t about fear Nope, it was lust

Terrible as it ry that stirred her blood He’d never hurt her Would never get out of hand with her She knew he had a tight hold on himself

But there were ti hiot her Which was usually over his lap, so it never worked out that well for her However, tonight she decided it ht be best to keep her mischievous side in check

“Hey,” she said quietly, staring up at hi hith never ceased to a tolot in the back of Club Decadence ell lit Even though the owner, Roarke, no longer lived here, he took care of his own There were ca lot and at the entrance and passageways of the club And there was always at least one bouncer at the door, available to escort unaccompanied subs to and from their cars Which was probably how Sloan had known she was there; someone had tattled

But the light wasn’t quite good enough for her to read his expression He was just too da She didn’t need to see hihtly, his eyes narrowed, and he probably had a tick going wild next to his right eye That tick always served as a warning sign: danger, take cover

“Hey?” he asked in a low voice that sent a wave of goosebu with her? This was not the tiiving him control— when it cae

That she had no idea what he ht do The anticipation built She didn’t want this twenty-four seven Having someone tell her what to wear or what to do all day, every day wasn’t for her Luckily, that wasn’t what Sloan wanted either But at the club, she could let go, and Sloan would take over And for a while she didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to stress or think

“Hey, Sir?”

“Hey, Sir”

They stood there for a e to shuffle her feet It would only serve to uiltier

“Are you just going to repeat what I say all night?” she asked

His hold on her hand tightened Not to the point of pain He’d never hurt her in anger But she probably shouldn’t be poking the bear right now

She cleared her throat “Um, sorry I’m late, Sir”

“Better,” he bit out, his grip easing

She blew out a deep breath Then he let go and took a step back She felt sad at the loss of his touch