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“Mmm.”

Take her home, but he knew this wasn’t over.He couldn’t take her out on an official date right now, but he already knew that keeping this to the club couldn’t last forever.

For the first time in his life, he’d rather break his rules than follow them.

31

Cassidy

Waking up and stretching in her bed, Cassidy winced.

Everything hurt.

Inside and out.

Deliciouslyso.

Sore.Satiated.And a little lonely.

Being wrapped up in David’s arms last night after the scene had been very, very nice.Unfortunately, she’d been too insensible afterward to do more than be packed away in Jensen’s car and taken home.Jensen had been the one to help her get to bed, not David.

Hashtag: Disappointment.

But they’d agreed—keep it in the club.

She sighed.

Getting up, she winced some more.Certain parts of her were a lot more sore than others.It had been a while since she’d had sex, much less sex likethat.Master David fucked like a God.

Putting on some comfortable clothes, she wandered downstairs.It was late enough that Mick was probably already going to be gone to the farmer’s market, so she was surprised when she heard Jensen talking to someone in the kitchen.Frowning, she picked up her pace, not daring to acknowledge the little kernel of hope that had sprung up in her chest.

That hope was rewarded when she heard David respond to Jensen.

Why he was here so early, she didn’t know, but she hoped it was for her in a good way.That or Don finally surfaced somewhere.Crap.She wished her brain didn’t work the way it did, but it was better to be prepared for bad news and take it on the chin than to think David was here for her only to find out that it was for the bad way.

Taking a deep breath and inhaling the glorious scent of coffee in the morning, she hurried down the last few steps and into the kitchen rather than torturing herself, waiting to find out.David stood on the other side of the island, sipping from a large mug of coffee that had a large black mustache near the brim, comically making him look like an old-timey cartoon villain when held up to his mouth.Cassidy couldn’t help but smile—then immediately tried to dim her smile because she didn’t want him to think she was expecting anything from him.

Unless, of course, he wanted her to expect something from him.

But she didn’t know what he wanted.

“Good morning,” she said, trying to sound normal and not over eager or too shy.The fact he didn’t look stressed out or worried helped her relax a little.If this did have to do with Don, it wasn’t an emergency.That was good.

“Good morning,” both of the men chorused, and she made sure to look at Jensen, too, so he didn’t feel left out.

Jensen looked the way he always did in the mornings, his plaid pajama pants slung around his hips, showing off his chest.Despite the fact it was a very nice chest, it did absolutely nothing for her, whereas David, in his fitted black t-shirt and jeans, made her body quiver.Didn’t matter that he was covered up and Jensen wasn’t; the hormones wanted what the hormones wanted.

Maybe a little bit of her heart, too, although she refused to think about that.

We’re keeping it to the club.

“How are you feeling this morning?”David asked, putting down the cup of coffee he was drinking and turning to get her a mug without asking.Why that made her heart flutter, she couldn’t say, but the darn organ was doing a little butterfly dance in her chest.

“Good.”She managed to get the word out with no stuttering and only minimal blushing as he poured her a cup of coffee, turning to push it across the island along with the sugar cup and creamer.“You?”

His smile would have been enough to make her go weak-kneed if she hadn’t already been sliding onto one of the barstools.Good grief.It was like being in high school all over again.Her body throbbed in remembrance of the night before.Okay, maybe notexactlylike being in high school.

But it was like having a high school crush.