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  “Thank you, Calum.”

  “You’re welcome, Lyla. And I’ve made my choice, Guil. We can talk tomorrow.”

  “Great.”

  Guil

  Nothing’s great right now. Lyla doesn’t believe she’s enough, she’s still in the lace outfit that shows off nearly everything, and now I’m supposed to walk her through the club. This night is going to end so well. All I can hope is that nothing else ends with it.

  I hold out my hand to Lyla, and she takes it in her own. “If you become uncomfortable with any of this, just say the word and we’re out of here.”

  “Okay.”

  Her voice is a little unsteady, letting me know she’s not completely on-board with what she’s chosen to do. But, like everything else lately, she’s brave enough to try. Braver than me, that’s for sure.

  Once we’re back in the main room, all eyes are on us. I don’t blame anyone, because I’ve never come here exclusively with a woman before—and my woman is smoking hot. Lyla’s hand tightens on mine as we walk through the crowd, so I pull her to me and kiss her sweetly on the lips.

  “We don’t have to do this.”

  “I need to see it. I need to see what I’m willing to do.”

  “If you’re phrasing it that way, it’ll never happen. I won’t allow it to happen. For us to do anything you see in here, it has to be because you want it, not because you’re willing to do something for me. Something I promise you I don’t need with you.”

  She searches my eyes, and a look of wonder comes over her face. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

  “Yes. I’m glad you’re finally believing me. I can’t get enough of you—I don’t think I ever will. I don’t need any of this with you. I never needed it for myself, if I’m being honest. I embraced this lifestyle, and enjoyed the hell out of it, but I don’t need it in my life.”

  “I don’t know that I’ll ever come back here, so I do want to see it all now. Please.”

  “Anything you want.”

  I lead her to the windows at the front of the room, where various couples and groups are enjoying themselves in viewing rooms. There’s a couple with the woman riding the man, a trio who are performing oral sex on each other, a gang fuck with a willing woman lying on the floor with her legs spread taking man after man, and finally a foursome making use of a couple of Saint Andrew’s crosses.

  “Wow,” Lyla says when we get to that window.

  She seems fascinated by the women being restrained on the cross while receiving their pleasure. One is faced forward, with her lover on his knees as he eats her pussy. The other is facing the cross as her man fucks her hard.

  “Restraints can be fun.”

  “I want to try. With only you. Is that okay?”

  Doesn’t she know by now that I won’t refuse her anything she wants? “Yes.”

  We move on to the orgy room, where she averts her eyes at some of what’s going on, and looks turned on by other groupings. Our next stop at this location is the pool room. Pairs and groups are also getting it on here, but it’s a more playful atmosphere. How could it not be with waterfalls, grottos, and even slides to play in and on?

  “We could do that in your pool,” she whispers to me, watching a couple sixty-nine under one of the small waterfalls.

  “Anytime you want.”

  “I want to get out of here and do bad things with you. There’s probably more to see, but I need you now.”

  “All we’ve skipped are the hardcore BDSM rooms, which I don’t think you’d enjoy. There’s one more thing I’d like to show you, but it’ll just be the two of us in there.”

  “There are private rooms?”

  “Just for me and Calum, but yes.”

  We added them to every club after Rhieve decided she liked being with Calum and watching others. I lead Lyla out of the main club and into a private elevator. When we reach the second floor, I take her to my room and use my handprint to open the door. Her eyes widen as she takes in the bed, the one-way glass floor looking down to the club and the cross in the corner.

  “Please tie me to that. Oh God, I want it. I never knew I wanted it, but I do.”

  “Will you let me decide how we’re doing it, or do you have a preference?”

  “You decide.”

  “As much as I love this outfit, it has to come off.”

  “So does your suit.”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “It’ll come off, just not yet.”

  “I don’t have a say in that?”

  “If you really want me to take my clothes off, I will.” I’d rather wait, but this isn’t going to be a deal breaker.

  “No. I trust you. No matter what I said, I do.”

  She shouldn’t, but I’m a greedy bastard, so I’m going to take what she’s offering and run with it. I’m going to run fast and far, hoping the rest of my secrets won’t catch up to me just yet.

  Chapter 7

  Lyla

  Peeling my lingerie off while Guil is still fully clothed and watching me should be unnerving, but it’s not. He’s had his hands and mouth on every inch of me so there’s no surprises in store for him. I can be bold and brave with him, and it’s one of the reasons I love him. I may still be annoyed with him after finding him here, but I believe him when he says he hasn’t been with anyone else.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he says when I’m standing in front of him in just my own skin.

  “Thank you.”

  “How long do you think you can stay upside down?”

  “Huh?”

  He leads me to the cross—which looks more like an X—and attaches my wrists and ankles, before strapping a leather band over my stomach. I watch him do it, waiting for him to say more and tell me what he’s thinking.

  “I want to spin you upside down so we can sixty-nine while you’re restrained.”

  “I can’t touch you.”

  “Exactly.”

  “But you won’t fit in my mouth.”

  “Relax your throat and take me in. I know you can do it.”

  I’m glad he knows it, because I’m not so sure. I’m definitely going to try, because I know this is going to be hot. “Okay.”

  He leaves me upright while he frees his cock from his pants. He’s still fully dressed and I can admit it turns me on to see him like that while I’m naked. After several minutes of kisses, he steps back, presses a button, spins me so I’m upside down, lifts the cross to the perfect height, and then presses another button to lock me in place.

  The anticipation nearly kills me as I wait for him to close those few inches between us and get us what we both need. I feel a little lightheaded, but I know I’ll forget about that once we come together.

  Guil stands in front of me and runs his fingers over my lips. I open them as he takes his cock in hand, feeding it to me inch by inch. When I don’t think I can take anymore, his mouth zeroes in on my clit and I swallow hard, bringing him down my throat. It’s not what I’m used to, but nothing with this man is. Relaxing my throat and breathing through my nose seem to be working well.

  We start a combined rhythm, one where he thrusts slowly in and out of my mouth while licking and sucking me into oblivion. I guess it’s really his rhythm since I can’t move much, but I still feel like an active participant.

  I love the taste and feel of him in my mouth, but I love his mouth on me even more. He’s not restrained, so he can pump his fingers in me and run them over my hard nipples. The pleasure I’m feeling is beyond anything I’ve felt before, and I know without a doubt it has to do with me being restrained. Although I’m an active participant in this show, I’m also at the mercy of the man in front of me. It’s fantastic and I don’t want it to stop, although I feel my orgasm barreling towards me.

  When it hits me a minute later, I scream around the hard cock in my mouth and move as much as my restraints will allow. I feel like I could black out, but he hasn’t come yet, and after that orgasm he just gave me, there
’s no way I’m not giving back. I want him just as crazy as I am.

  I suck harder as he thrusts in, and lick the underside as he pulls out, feeling him grow even harder. When his hand moves from my breast to pump the base, which his other one is petting my pussy, I go over the edge again and this time he joins me. I swallow down everything he gives me, wanting all of it and more. Wanting everything he has to give.

  After a few moments, he steps back and turns me upright, dropping to his knees in front of me. There’s no way I can possibly come again after those two orgasms, and I let him know it.

  “I can’t.”

  “You can. You will. I need a few minutes to recover and then I’m taking you to the bed in the corner and owning your sweet pussy again. Until then, you’re going to keep coming on my mouth and fingers.”

  Who am I to argue with that? This man has pushed me past so many boundaries already, and I’m ready and willing to break through the barrier to more. So much more.

  Three orgasms later, he frees me and carries me to his bed. As I lie there, sated and barely able to move, he undresses slowly. It’s like I’m watching the best gift ever get unwrapped. Abs, pecs, v-cuts, thighs, calves, ass, and yeah, that cock I can’t get enough of.

  “You up for riding me?”

  “Always.”

  “Good.”

  He puts on a condom, and pulls me on top of him as he lies down. “I don’t think I can do much more than what we just did.”

  “Don’t care. I just need to be inside of you. Nothing more.”

  I believe him, and not just because of the string of curses he lets out when my pussy slides down his shaft. I move the way he knows I love and nothing else matters. Nothing but us.

  Guil

  Waking up in Lyla’s arms is hands-down the best part of my day. Yeah, the sex is phenomenal and work is great, but knowing she’s going to be there when I open my eyes is the best feeling ever. Which is why I’m freaking out a little when I wake up alone.

  What we did at the club last night was intense. Having her on the spinning cross and then riding us both to the edge of madness after—it was everything. Everything I thought we both wanted, but now she’s not here.

  I go to her “room”, thinking maybe she’s painting, or grabbing more clothes to fill my closet with. All I find are canvases stacked against the wall. They’re beautiful and so good I’d have to fight strangers for them if she ever decided to sell them. But, no Lyla. My panic escalates when I go downstairs and see a piece of paper on the kitchen island. I don’t even want to look at it, but I know I have to.

  Guil,

  I have to go home. My parents have called a board meeting and they need me there. I haven’t left yet, because I can’t bear the thought of not saying good-bye to you. I’m down at the beach, trying to muster the strength to go leave.

  Lyla

  I race out of the house and down the small incline to my private stretch of the beach. Lyla’s wrapped in a blanket with a mug in her hand. I know it’s hot chocolate and I also know it used to be topped by a more than healthy serving of whipped cream. That’s the way she loves it and it’s fucking adorable. The cold doesn’t register with me until I’m almost to her, making me realize I ran out in nothing more than my boxer briefs. Oh well, that’s the least of my worries right now.

  “Ly?”

  “Hey,” she says, turning to me.

  Tear stains streak down her cheeks, and I pull her to me. “Talk to me.”

  “I don’t even know what we’re voting on. I have Brad’s votes now too, so I’m the majority because Gramps left it to us that way, but I always just do what my parents tell me to. This time, there seems to be more of a sense of urgency to the vote and I don’t want to just do as I’m told.”

  “Do you want me to go with you?”

  “Would you?”

  “Of course.”

  “I don’t suppose you’d want to vote for me?”

  She’s joking, but I’m not when I answer. “I can do that.”

  “Really?”

  I’m going to rot in Hell for this, but I made my choice before I let myself fall in love with her, and I need to stick to it. The plan has to work or my promises to Brad are worth nothing.

  “Yes. You know I’d do anything for you.”

  “Thank you. You’re okay to leave the club for a day or two?”

  “Calum hired the new manager last night, so yes. He’s still in town anyway, so it wouldn’t be a problem for him to oversee a night or two.”

  “You don’t know how much I appreciate this.”

  I pull her to me, because I can’t look her in the eyes right now. “It’s really not a problem at all. I had to proxy for him once before, so I have the legal documents on my computer. I can just change your name and the company name on them. Then, we’ll just need to get the papers notarized.”

  “Great,” she says, and her smile isn’t tight right now. It’s real and it’s killing me, because this may be one of the last times I see it.

  Chapter 8

  Lyla

  I feel like one of the biggest weights ever has been lifted off my shoulders. I hate voting in the board meetings, because no one ever wants to tell me anything—or give me the time I need to look over whatever it is we’re voting on. They just expect me to vote the way they want me to. Guil is fast on his feet, and he knows the business world, so I trust him to do this for me.

  Once he’s packed a bag and we’ve stopped by the bank to have the papers he printed out notarized, we’re on the road to Newport. He’s driving his Bugatti today, because we both agreed throwing his money around is the right choice with my family.

  Don’t get me wrong, they’re not all bad, just ignorant of the world around them sometimes. They live within their own little bubble, with the same friends they’ve had for years, and the same thoughts about life as well. “If it ain’t broke, why fix it” is their reasoning as to why they’re living like it’s still the 1980s. Brad and I never fit into their mold, but I pretended to. My brother never did, and I sometimes wonder if his recklessness cost him his life. It’s something I’ve been avoiding asking Guil about, but I promise myself I will once this is all over.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got this handled,” he tells me, reaching over to take my hand in his as he battles the crush of Southern California traffic.

  “I know.”

  “Are you sure? You seem to be thinking pretty hard over there.”

  “Just a lot to think about.”

  “Do you need a sounding board?”

  “Not yet. I will soon, but right now, I just want to focus on this meeting. My parents aren’t going to be happy with my wardrobe choice,” I tell him, looking down at my short black dress with a white design over the top. It’s loose on top and bottom with a tapered waist.

  “You look stunning, as always.”

  “Thanks, but I’m usually in a power suit my mother’s picked out for me, or something ultra-feminine.”

  “I’m glad you’re dressing for yourself.”

  “So am I, but I know there will be comments. They’re also going to give you a hard time, you know. Just because they welcome you into our home doesn’t mean they’re going to be okay with you voting for me.”

  “We’re going to present a united front. The shares are yours, and there’s nothing they can do about you choosing me.”

  “You’re trying to be logical about people who value power over logic.”

  “I’m pretty powerful.”

  “That you are,” I agree.

  I’m counting on his power to get us through this. Not just the meeting, but going public with our relationship as well. My parents tolerate him, because of his wealth and status, but they have told me time and again to stay away from him. Mostly because of his friendship with Calum. Both of them have hidden his connection to the clubs from everyone, but he’s still been “tainted” by association. They aren’t going to welcome us with open arms, but I don’t need them to. A
ll I need is him by my side.

  “Lyla,” my mother exclaims when I walk into the conference room. She starts to walk toward me, but stops short when she sees I’m not alone. “Guil?”

  “Hello.”

  My father walks up, a condescending look on his face. “This is a private board meeting. If you need to talk to us, we can set up a time later today. You really should’ve called.”

  “He’s here to vote for me,” I tell them.

  “No.”

  “Yes. Lyla and I signed the papers before we came here.”

  “You can’t vote for her! Not in this.”

  “Why not this?” I ask, confused.

  “He’s too connected to this,” my mother answers.

  “It has something to do with Corrigan & Co.?”

  “What? No. Why would you think that?”

  “It’s where he works.”

  My father eyes him shrewdly, looking for any sign of weakness. Guil just stares back at him, his eyes like ice. I feel like there’s more going on here, but I don’t know what it could be. My father is the first to break the silence strung tight between them.

  “You know what this vote is, don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  “And you manipulated my daughter into giving you control so you could stop it.”

  What? What is he talking about. “Guil?” I ask, but he ignores me, his eyes still on my father.

  “You didn’t really think Calum would sit back and allow you to try and come for his company did you? Or that I would allow it?”

  “What?” I ask, completely blindsided. This is about Calum’s company? Has all of this been about helping his friend? Was all of what I thought we shared just a lie? A manipulation to protect Calum and his business from my family? When Guil can’t look me in the eyes, I have my answer.

  Guil

  I can’t look at Lyla right now. Not when I know she’s going to be feeling betrayed, pissed, hurt—all of it. I deserve her anger, but it kills me to know I hurt her. I knew it was coming and I can’t say I was powerless to stop it, but I chose not to. When your childhood best friend asks you as he’s dying to make sure your other best friend is protected, you do what you have to do. Even if that means using the woman you’ve fallen in love with to make it happen.