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"That was fast." I laughed and swatted her rear when she stood. "Get the door."

"No way. With my luck, it'll be a murderer." She pointed at the door. "Sacrifice yourself, Beast!"

I couldn't stop laughing, stomping in her direction as if threatening to chase. She shrieked and hopped onto the sofa, giggling and snorting the whole time. I grinned at her, then shifted course toward the front door.

I pulled it open to reveal Samirah standing there, her duffle bag in one hand and the takeout bag in the other, while still clad in blue scrubs.

"You better have ordered me some breakfast." She held the bag out for me to take. "Otherwise, I'm eating yours."

I laughed and plucked the bag from her grip. "Did you tip the delivery driver?"

"Hmm. Yes." She grinned and closed the door behind her. "With an invitation for her sexy ass to join me for a spanking—" Samirah stopped short when she saw Nora on the sofa. Her expression melted from a playful smile to a dark grin in an instant. "Well then."

Nora's brows lifted while she looked at us from over the back of the sofa, her chin resting on the cushion as her gaze flickered between us.

"We have a dual arrival." I held up the bag of food then toted it over to her in the living room. "Sami, this is Nora, Nora, Sami."

"Hi," said Nora, her voice soft under the extreme coyness that suddenly seemed to overcome her.

Sam set her bag down by the sofa, her eyes never leaving Nora. She approached her, cautiously and unusually slow, before crouching in front of her.

"I've heard a lot about you," she said, a soft smile playing on her lips when she extended her hand to Nora.

I watched the two of them, particularly Nora's sudden shyness. Usually in the presence of strangers or new people, Nora's professional side took the lead. Today, that didn't happen. She slid her hand into Samirah's, and the rich bronze skin of the latter made Nora's appear ethereal. Sam arched a thick eyebrow while holding Nora's gaze. I couldn't keep the grin from my face when their dynamics changed the energy of the entire room. My stomach lurched with excitement over Nora's submissiveness at the forefront of her behavior. She didn't put on a show or act oppositely to how she felt; she was just herself. It excited me in a way I didn't expect.

Sam kept hold of her hand then brushed her thumb over Nora's bracelet. "Is your Mistress taking good care of you?"

"Always," Nora said, her voice barely a whisper. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked up at me, her lip between her teeth.

I grinned, propping my hands on my hips while looking on. "Get away from my sub."

Samirah laughed, releasing Nora's hand then. "C'mon, Beast. She's beautiful and tender. Aren't you going to share?"

Nora snickered, her eyes twinkling with amusement while watching me. She held her robe closed, her lips brushing over the silky fabric.

"I don't share," I said, dropping down over Nora which only made her squeak. I caught myself in a pushup on the back of the sofa, then smooched her cheek. "Right?"

"Right." She wrapped her arms around me immediately, chuckling when I nibbled her ear.

I leaned back, then swept her off the sofa when she stood with me, my arms wrapped around her.

"You're intimidating my sub," I teased, patting Nora's rear which made her squirm. We sat together on the carpet, and I pulled her into my lap while unpacking the food.

"Good." Sam grinned, her eyes still on Nora. "She looks delicious."

Nora laughed and accepted the container with pancakes when I handed it to her.

"She is." I nipped Nora's neck, then slid my breakfast over to Sam. "Shut up and eat this."

"I'll eat her." Sam lowered herself to sit across from us. She accepted my offering and plucked a sausage from the aluminum with her fingers despite the bunch of plastic forks on the table.

"Nope. She's mine to eat." I kept one arm around Nora while taking on a piece of toast. "Bring your own sub next time."

"Hmm." Sam leaned back against the sofa, propping her elbow on her knee. "I'm sure Marley would play. Have you ever played with another sub, Nora?"

"No…" she said, glancing between us.

"She hasn't." I rubbed Nora's belly and she leaned back against me while rolling a pancake to dip in the syrup. "We haven't really spent much time in the playroom. Or any, really."