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Grant calmly placed his driver’s license and a light-colored credit card on the podium.
While Mack pretended to copy Aubrey’s information off the credit card onto a sheet of paper, my heart drummed against my ribs.
Guilt and paranoia sluiced through my veins. I nonchalantly glanced at the ceiling, looking for security cameras. I didn’t see any, but it did little to quash my shame. If I had known I’d be putting both men in such a risky position, I would have declined Grant’s offer to come to the club.
Heart in my throat, I watched Mack shield the license and credit card in his big, calloused hands before placing them in Grant’s waiting palm.
“You two have fun now,” Mack said, flashing a carefree smile.
“Oh, we will,” Grant wolfishly replied, smoothly sliding them back into his pocket.
As he pressed his palm against my spine—seemingly unfazed by the subterfuge that had just taken place—and led me toward the swinging doors, guilt had destroyed every bit of the crazy excitement I’d felt since breakfast.
Twenty days ago, when I’d pulled out of my parent’s garage, I’d been so damn confident—after weeks of meticulous planning—that I’d covered every conceivable contingency to start my new life. Never once did I imagine being literally swept up into Aubrey’s brother’s rugged arms, or sheltered by his steadfast determination to protect me. If I had, I would have chosen a different alias and saved Grant the trouble and risk of exposing me to his friends.
Drowning in the guilt flooding my veins, I peered up at him and whispered, “I’m sorry, Sir.”
With one hand on the swinging doors, Grant paused and narrowed his eyes at me. Then, without a word, he lowered his hand and quickly ushered me to a secluded corner, opposite of the waiting members. Pressing his palms flat on each wall, he caged me in and silently studied me for several-nerve wracking seconds.
“If you think I’m mad or upset about the little trick Mack and I just pulled, I’m not.”
“But I am,” I softly replied.
“Why?”
“Because I put you two in danger.”
A corner of his mouth kicked up with a crooked grin. “Trust me, sweet slut. Mack and I have been in hundreds of situations a hell of a lot more dangerous than this.”
“I know, but none of them were because ofme.”
Lifting a hand from the wall, Grant softly stroked my cheek. “You don’t get it yet, do you?”
“Get what?”
“That I’ll do anything, to anyone, at any time, in order to keep you safe.” Slanting his lips over mine, he claimed me with a toe-curling, nipple tightening, clit throbbing kiss that erased all my guilt. “You feel better now, little one?”
“Definitely, Sir.”
“Good. Come with me,” he said, threading his fingers through mine. “And I’ll introduce you to your wildest fantasies.”
The hungry gleam in his eyes kickstarted my excitement again. With a nod, I dragged in a deep breath as Grant pressed his wide hand to the small of my back. Then ushered me through the saloon doors and past a thick, black velvet curtain.
The sights and sounds of the dungeon not only overwhelmed but also annihilated all the preconceived notions I had from reading BDSM books.
Tingles raced up my spine.
My nipples drew impossibly tighter, and my pussy clutched.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Beside me, Grant chuckled as I struggled to take in everything at once.
Suddenly, cheers and applause echoed through the dungeon.
“Aw, fuck,” Grant muttered with a sheepish grin.
“What’s going on?” I asked, realizing all eyes were on us.
