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“Baby,” he whispered into her sweet smelling hair.
“Hmm?” she mumbled, but made no attempt to open her eyes.
He’d tired her out, but once he had her in bed she could sleep as long as she wanted. “Let’s get up.”
“You want to do it again?” She stretched her lean limbs before snuggling deeper into his chest. “Okay.”
“I always want to do it again, but I think we’ve had quite enough for one night.” He slipped his arms underneath her and lifted her from the floor. He stood, taking her with him, and carried her to the warm bed.
“Is there such a thing as enough when it comes to the two of us?” Her voice filled with sleep as she yawned.
“No, I don’t think there is.”
There would never be enough when it came to her.
Chapter 2
Kayla tried to settle her mind as she stared out the window of the moving SUV. Francis, Julian’s driver, kept his eyes focused on the Manhattan streets. It was a usual crowded Saturday afternoon in the city as they made their way down 42nd Street. A light January snow covered the sidewalks while people hurried in and out of the shops and cafes. As they got further away from Broadway, the theater marquees became scarcer. She wondered how much longer before they reached their destination.
Julian ended his call. one that went on much longer than she would have liked, but his job as an attorney was demanding, even on the weekends. She had accepted that. Getting used to his schedule had become easier, especially now that she had moved in with him. He was a busy man with a hectic life. He never told her otherwise.
“Sorry.” He took her hand. “I wanted to take care of that so I could forget about it until Monday morning. Now you have my undivided attention.”
“Thank you.” She shifted in her seat, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, trying to control her tics that were more prominent this afternoon than they had been in a while. “Are we almost there?”
He squeezed her thigh. “You have to relax.”
“I’m trying.”
“We’re only going to observe. It’s through a one-way glass, so the participants won’t even know we’re there.”
“But I’m going to meethim.”
“You are.”
“From what you told me, he sounds very intense.”
“He is intense. He’s also no-nonsense. He takes his lifestyle very seriously and only surrounds himself with those who are willing to give it their fullest.”
“That scares me.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of him. He’s an experienced Dom. He’ll be able to provide insight for you and address some of your concerns. We’re extremely lucky he’s agreed to the private sessions.” He adjusted his seatbelt so he could face her. “As with anything we try, I won’t force you to do something you’re not comfortable with. Can you trust me enough to see what the afternoon holds?”
“I’m here with you.” She would go anywhere with him. “I’ll always trust you.”
“Good.” He kissed her softly. “Because we’re here.”
Francis pulled up to a posh building with double brass doors. He came around and opened the door for her. Sliding out of her seat, she smiled at him, and he gave her a quick wink. He had become a good friend to her over the past few weeks. Julian made sure Francis drove her to and from work every day and deposited her at the penthouse safely every evening.
Julian came around and met them on the sidewalk. “I’ll text you when we’re ready to leave.” He glanced at his watch. “We’re planning to have dinner here.”
Dinner? She was far too nervous to eat. BDSM clubs served dinner?
Taking her hand, Julian led her into the main entrance and down a long corridor. The place reminded her of an upscale bar. Not at all what she had anticipated. She envisioned people chained to the walls. More like a dark, cold dungeon. Her imagination had a tendency to get a little crazy. As they walked through the crowded bar area, she noted the booths and sporadic tables throughout. Stylishly dressed men and women where hanging out, eating, and working on their laptops and tablets. It reminded her of a swanky coffee shop.
“It doesn’t look like a kink club,” she whispered. “This is not what I pictured.”
“Anyone can come here. It’s a restaurant. The private club is through those doors.” Julian retrieved a keycard from his pocket. “You need one of these to get inside.”
