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The other women snickered, easing the tension caused by rampaging testosterone.

“She needed you, Merrick. Perhaps I crossed a line but it was necessary. Her tolerance for social interaction without you present isn’t sufficient to be left alone with the subs, as welcoming and friendly as they are.” Elias’s gaze was dark and serious. “Taking her home and trapping her there with a stranger didn’t seem prudent; neither did leaving her there on her own, given her previous adventures with Blake and the orgy.”

Heat emblazoned her cheeks as all eyes turned to her in question.

“You guys have orgies?” Anarchy demanded, then squeaked when her husband slid his hand over her mouth to silence her. Muffled words continued from behind his palm.

Merrick rolled Tamsyn’s clit absently, maintaining the sharp pressure on the little bud. “Didn’t think to page me? Send someone over to get me?”

She felt her stomach muscles contract, her core clenching hopelessly on the tampon. She wiggled, hating the emptiness, hating the Rejuvenation, hating not having him inside her. “I didn’t want to interrupt…” She couldn’t stop the low moan breaking into her sentence. “I… you were working.”

“My priority is you, little owl.”

Before Eli could respond, Evander cleared his throat. “We get that, Merrick. It’s no different than our feelings toward Callie. We’d drop everything for her in a heartbeat. Tamsyn had a panic attack and the quickest, easiest way to help her through it was to bring her to you. She calmed down, and you were able to finish the scene, satisfy the client, and reassure your sub without undue disruption to the evening.”

When Merrick growled, Evander lifted his hands up. “I’m not saying there wasn’t a risk involved in taking her to the dungeon, or in letting her watch you work. Yes, she might have panicked more, tried to run—all manner of negative outcomes were possible. The fact of the matter is, she had a support system around her which ultimately wasn’t needed.”

Her eyes went blind as her focus turned inward, latching on to the motion of Merrick’s fingers. She felt as though her clit was swelling under his ministrations, growing more sensitive with each twist and tug. Her head thunked back on his shoulder. “All is forgiven. Forgotten. Whatever. Please, please,please…”

“Now that is just lovely begging.” A tray of drinks slid onto one of the tables, then Liam slipped into the seat next to his husband and wife, leaning in to kiss Sierra soundly before slinging his arm around Mack’s shoulders. “What did I miss?”

A blunt fingertip stroked up and down her wet seam, never penetrating despite her hips shifting to encourage him. When it eased down between her cheeks, Merrick’s oversized hand easily covering her entire downtown area, to press against her tender back hole, her spine went stiff.

“Bulls locking horns and little subs getting fingered under the table,” Grit supplied with a suppressed laugh. “Merrick’s pissed at Eli for taking Tamsyn to the dungeon. Tamsyn’s forgiven everyone for everything in her need to come, and Evander’s being the voice of reason.”

“I leave you guys to your own devices for a couple hours and trouble ensues.” Shaking his head, gray eyes alive with humor, Liam stroked his knuckles over Sierra’s bearded cheek. “What about you, babygirl? What chaos have you been causing tonight?”

Tamsyn grimaced when Merrick’s fingertip breached her butt for the second time in only a couple of hours, pushing in to the first knuckle, then the next. Small sounds of distress constricted her throat, dying away into a moan when his thumbnail flicked over her clit.

“Daddy Mack was in charge of the nursery for an hour so Master Fordham could cover for Master Merrick. I got to work on one of my projects.” Sierra sounded incredibly pleased. “But then Mistress Ericka wanted to spend some time with Mistress Felicity, so she covered for Daddy, and we came here to wait for you.”

Elias ran a hand down his face, shooting a glance at Evander. “Why do we even bother posting shift schedules? Everyone just does what they want as it suits them.”

Affably, Evander lifted his shoulders, then accepted a shot glass as Anarchy took the initiative and began handing out Liam’s delivery. “Shift schedules were experimental, Eli. Serenity isn’t a nine-to-five business. Maybe it’s worth giving control of the schedules over to the Masters for a while—as long as all the stations are manned and clients are satisfied, what’s the harm?”

“Does that go for the security team too?” Grit demanded, grinning when Elias speared him with a dirty look. “Just joking, boss. We’ve got a good routine going on in the office. Don’t want to ruin it by shaking things up unnecessarily.”

“Same here,” Liam chimed in. “Jonah and I work well together.”

Why were they all talking about work and schedules when her butt was being invaded and an orgasm was creeping through her nervous system like a ninja? Did they not understand she was in turmoil here, torn between craving the climax and fearing the idea of coming in public, in front of all of them?

“Breathe, little owl. There’s nothing to be ashamed of; we’re with friends.”

It was okay for him, wasn’t it? It wasn’t his butt under attack, or his vulnerabilities on show for all to see. What if the noises she made when she came were ridiculous to other people, or her face contorted into something from a three a.m. horror movie?

To her dismay, he didn’t just stop at penetrating her butt. No, because he was a terrible, stubborn meanie, he rocked his finger in and out while his thumb manipulated her clit, forcing the pain from one and the pleasure from the other to merge and evolve.

“Merk,” she croaked.

“Come quietly, Tamsyn. Hell, come silently if you want. I don’t care if you shout and scream or just vibrate on my lap and tease my cock, but you are gonna come with my finger up your ass.” The words were dark and inarguable—whatever he commanded, she was bound to obey, because she trusted him. “And you’re gonna think about the next time we do this, when this gorgeous asshole stretches around two of my fingers, and the time after that when you take three, begging me to sink into this perfect, velvety ass and—”

She sank her teeth into her lip, feeling herself climb faster and faster toward the pinnacle. His voice, that powerful timbre, was akin to a pair of spurs digging into her sides, kicking her on when she spooked herself and dug her feet into the ground.

His tongue licked the inner curve of her ear, the sensation urging her hips down, pushing his finger deeper as he murmured the rest of his sentence, “—fuck it until all you feel is me inside you, my cum filling you up and dripping down your thighs. I want to fuck this ass so bad, darlin’. I’m gonna have it, again and again, until there’s so much of my cum inside you—”

Oh no. Oh no, oh no,oooh…

Tamsyn’s head snapped back as glorious bliss stabbed between her legs, clamping her inner muscles like a vice. Her butt tightened around his finger, heightening the sensations, forcing her spine to arch in an effort to relieve the overwhelming pleasure.