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At the altar, Mika, Drake, and Tony shared a private chuckle as Julianna and Trevor stared at the doorway, waiting for Leagh to appear. As the chords of ‘The Wedding March’ echoed through the A-framed interior, I joined the rest of the crowd and stood.
Turning to watch Leagh walk down the aisle, I noticed one lone guest facing the front of the church. His gaze locked with mine. A startled cry fluttered over my lips as Joshua Lars’ twinkling green eyes snared me like a hunter’s trap. My heart clutched. My knees nearly buckled, and I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Unable to avert my gaze, I stood mesmerized by the fiery lust shimmering in his sexy eyes. Once again, his bewildering ability to see deep inside my soul, rocked me to the core.
My entire body shook. My heart thundered in my ears, and my mouth felt as dry as a desert. The room began to spin. I placed my hand on the back of the pew to keep from sliding to the floor. Trying to keep my hammering heart in place while struggling to draw air into my lungs, I placed a palm on my chest and issued a tiny whimper.
Amused by my astonished reaction, a brazen smile crawled across his lips—lips that had unraveled me to the bone—before he flashed me a devilish grin. Drinking in the sight of him, every minute detail of our night together rushed through my mind, bringing with it an onslaught of arousal. My nipples tightened, and my pussy wept. The physical ache to be beneath his naked body, filled with his massive cock stretching me with that amazing silken burn, stole my breath. Tearing from his gaze, I bent to whisper in Sanna’s ear.
“What the fuck is Joshua Lars doing here?” I hissed.
“What? Where?” Sanna blinked as she scanned the crowd.
“Right there,” I choked, nodding in his direction. Scared to lock gazes with the man for fear I’d never break free, I looked at my sister, hoping she’d see the man staring at me.
“That’s not Joshua Lars, that’s Master Stephen,” she whispered with a frown.
“No, that is Joshua Lars,” I spat.
“Are you kidding? Oh, my,” she replied, seemingly surprised. Tugging Nick’s sleeve, she arched on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
Taking his attention off Leagh, Nick and Joshua exchanged nods, then Nick bent and softly said something to Sanna.
Fighting the urge to look at Joshua and failing miserably, I watched his shoulders shake with a silent chuckle.
Sanna’s breath warmed my ear as she leaned in. “Yeah, that’s him all right. Damn. I had no idea Master Stephen was Joshua Lars.”
“Nick did,” I grumbled in a terse whisper. “Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Don’t be mad at him, Mel. You know the rules. Anonymity is a sacred thing among lifestylers.”
“I know, but…Shit. I am so screwed,” I hissed under my breath.
“Not yet. But I’d say the way he’s undressing you with his eyes, you could have another shot at it,” Sanna whispered, then giggled.
So stunned I couldn’t even think of a witty comeback to Sanna’s jab, the blurring white figure of Leagh making her way down the aisle briefly obscured my view of Joshua. Thankfully, it was long enough to sever the magnetic hold he had over me.
Vaguely aware of people around me turning to face the front of the church, my feet remained frozen in place. Sanna elbowed me in the side, and I almost tripped, readjusting myself in the narrow pew.
When Leagh reached the altar, the priest stepped up to the microphone and invited us to take our seats. His words registered in my brain, but my body wouldn’t seem to obey. With a tiny giggle, Sanna cupped my elbow and pulled me down next to her in the pew.
“You’ve got it bad, sweetie. Really, really bad,” she whispered in a giddy tone. “He’s an impressive Master, by the way.”
Like I hadn’t already figured that out?
“Does he have a sub?” I murmured.
“Not anymore. He released the one he had a few months ago.”
My heart sank as a combination of anger and grief burned in me. What were the odds of me attracting another player who got his jollies off slapping Velcro collars around subs’ necks? Why did they always seem to sniff me out? Joshua Lars was really Master Stephen in disguise. My brain swirled in shock and dread, while unwelcome desire zipped through my girl parts like a bumblebee on crack.
Drawing in a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the priest’s words as he instructed Leagh and Tony to join hands. All the while, Joshua’s heated gaze seared into the back of my head, making it impossible to concentrate on anything but him. The fucking rat bastard.
I needed to stop him from driving me insane. He was forbidden fruit. Not only was he a friend of Sanna and her Masters, but a Dom with little regard for the gift of submission or the sanctity of a collar. No matter how badly my body ached for one more night with the man, drowning in his commanding lovemaking skills wasn’t enough to warrant self-inflicted emotional harm. I needed to box up my lofty fantasies of submission and slap on a shiny new lock—one that couldn’t be picked quite so easily again—and drive him out of my psyche.
The harder I tried to ignore him, the hotter his gaze seemed to grow. Clenching my jaw, I squared my shoulders. If he wanted to watch me, fine. Let the man get his jollies however he chose. I didn’t have to participate in his stupid cat-and-mouse game. I may not have known Tony and Leagh well, but I was there to celebrate their union, not get sidetracked obsessing over some wannabe Dom and our one-night stand.
I spent a whole thirty-seven seconds mentally browbeating myself before I caved. Glancing over my shoulder, I discovered Joshua’s fiery stare had not been a figment of my imagination. He remained zeroed in on me with those gorgeous green eyes and a toe-curling gaze.
His hungry stare flipped some masochistic switch in my brain. I could feel the warm texture of his lips, taste the tart bead that swelled on his cock, and smell his masculine scent, as sure as if he’d been hard-wired inside my brain…my body.
