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After taking a deep breath, I walked off, adjusting my cufflinks as I made my way through the kitchen and up to my office. Right after I finished washing my hands and changing my suit jacket, my phone buzzed with a text message from my front door bouncer, Homero.

Santari’s at Fixation Bar. She wants to see you. Wouldn’t leave.

“Shit,” I huffed, washing my hands before straightening my clothes to head to the lower-level bar of my club.

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back as I shook off Cruz the crime boss, to channel Cruz the pain-in-the-ass jokester that she was expecting.

Or at least, that was the plan before I actually laid eyes on her while walking down the stairs to the main level and realized there was nothing funny about how gorgeous Santari Lake turned out to be.

The deep bass of the Afro-Cuban music thrumming through the speakers matched the beating of my chest before I even hit the main floor.

The club was already starting to get packed, people filling every part of the black marble floors.

A few of my VIPs distracted me on my way to Santari, but I had to play the part of club owner, greeting a few of the fresh money millionaires who were new to Miami, and the old-timers who often placed bets on which of the fresh moneys would bankrupt first.

After a quick two-minute detour, my focus was locked on her as she laughed at whatever my bartender, Kesia, was saying to her as she sat at the bar, her back straight, legs crossed, sporting that innocent look on her face that made her seem out of place in a spot like this.

She wasn’t built for these kinds of nights, and damn sho’ wasn’t made for my kind of world, but damn if she didn’t wear the hell out of that sexy black dress.

Even while she was sitting, it clung to her curves, hugging every place I’d spent too many nights in my life imagining my hands on.

And those goddamn black heels. They were laced up to her calves and showed just enough mahogany skin to make a muthafucka like me reckless. Or at least, more reckless than usual.

My jaw flexed as I approached, stopping just close enough to feel the warmth of her body before I made my presence known and asked, “What the fuck are you doin’ in here dressed like that?”

Her straight, shoulder-length hair whipped my way, and her brown eyes peeked between her bangs and snapped to mine, amusement flickering across them before she casually sipped her drink. “Nice to see you, too, Cruz.”

I ignored the tease in her voice, my eyes dragging down the length of her again even though I shouldn’t. “Santari.” My tone came out lower, rougher. “Why are you in my club dressed like this?”

Glancing down at her outfit, she asked, “How else am I supposed to dress in a club?”

“You know what the fuck I mean,” I spat, crossing my arms over my chest. “What are you doing here?”

She sighed, setting her glass down. “I was supposed to meet Gina for drinks, but she canceled last minute.”

“Sounds like Gina.” I didn’t trust anyone else with my locs, but Gina had a terrible sense of time.

“So I figured I would finally check out your new club.” Santari lifted a shoulder, like it was no big deal. “I was hoping for a tour since I’ve never been here. When I was leaving work, I remembered that the other day Storm mentioned this location.”

I frowned, making a mental note to ask Storm why the hell he was bringing up the club to Santari anyway. I needed her less in my space, not more in it. My gut told me maybe he was avoiding getting too close to her too since she was an admin at the university he taught at.

I should’ve been annoyed as hell that Santari was in my space minutes after I’d killed a man, but the sight of her sitting there, legs crossed, sippin’ my expensive top-shelf liquor, lookin’ like a problem only I could solve?

Yeah, that shit did something to me. Before I could say anything I’d regret, Elijah—who managed everything that happened on the third level—appeared at my side. “Your guest is waiting in the Velvet Room.”

I nodded before glancing back at Santari. “I’ll give you a tour later.” I placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the front door. “I’ll be home, so I’ll talk to you at home tomorrow and set another date for the tour.”

She spun away from my hand and knocked over one of the black velvet rope stands. Of course she had to knock something over.

“Sorry,” she said, bending down to pick it up at the same time that I did, causing us to knock foreheads.

“Goddamn,” I huffed. “That shit hurt.”

“Only because you have a big ass head!” she exclaimed, rubbing hers.

Once I examined her myself and was sure she was okay, I motioned to the exit.

“It’s okay if you can’t give me a tour,” she said, her feet unmoving, “but I’m not going home yet.”

I squeezed the bridge of my nose in frustration. “Santari, I’m not leaving you at the bar to get drunk when I can’t keep an eye on you.”

“I won’t be alone,” she said, her eyes dropping to my lips.

Wait. She wasn’t staring at my lips. She was trying to see my tongue ring.

I rolled my tongue, letting her see the barbell, because apparently, I liked to torture myself.

“Did it hurt?” she asked, her soft voice so inquisitive.

“Nah. I have tattoos that hurt more.”

“I never asked … What made you get it?”

I love to lick pussy, and hoped one day I could lick yours and show you how much more satisfying it could be with a man who had a tongue ring and knew how to use that shit. It’s what I couldn’t tell her. Would never tell her. So I lied and said, “I like pain.” Which I guess was true as well.

My gaze lowered to her pussy even though I didn’t have laser vision, so I clearly couldn’t see it through her dress.

Sometimes when I was deep in thought, I played with my tongue ring like I was now.

Yet this time, Santari was watching me intently, gently rocking back and forth with her hands linked behind her back in an innocent stance that just made me want to destroy her.

I cleared my throat, tryin’ to stay focused. “Why exactly wouldn’t you be alone if you stayed while I handle business?”

“Oh.” She motioned to the bar. “It’s a small world because I know Kesia from around the way. She’ll watch after me.”

“She’s here to work the bar, not to babysit.”

Santari placed a hand on her hip that only added to her sex appeal. “I’m a grown ass woman who has been taking care of herself for thirty years. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Elijah appeared in my peripheral, a gentle reminder that I had a lot of shit to get accomplished tonight, and if I was going to see my guest, it had to be now.

Probably making the dumbest decision I had all night, I told her, “Fine. I’ve got some shit to take care of and I’m not leaving you at the bar by yourself.

So you either leave or you come with me. ”

“I’ll come with you,” she said, much too enthusiastically for what I was headed to do.

I placed my hand on the small of her back again, leading her up both flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator, not wanting to torment myself by being in closed quarters with her.

Once we reached the hallway that led to the private rooms, my hand accidentally dipped lower when I was making room for one of my staff members who passed by us, causing me to brush against her soft ass.

Fuck. Don’t squeeze it, I warned, my fingers itching to do just that. She stiffened beneath my touch, her breath hitching just for a second. However, that second was enough to remind me that I needed to keep my hands to myself.

We walked in silence, the music fading as we reached the Velvet Room. But the moment Santari spotted the half-open door and saw the silhouette of another woman inside, she froze.

“Um …” Her voice trailed off and her hand clenched at her side as her lips slightly parted.

I turned my head slightly, watching her reaction. Poppy was my weekday regular whenever I needed to blow off some steam. No matter how badly I would rather bury my dick inside of Santari, she was a prize that I could never win, unfortunately.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “Now that you see what my plans are at the moment, is there anything else you need before Elijah escorts you to your car?”

“Who’s the little?” Poppy asked, interrupting our discussion. Her smoky eyes filled with interest as she looked Santari up and down.

“The what?” Santari asked, her doe-eyed eyes wide as she finally found her voice, even if the two words were spoken even softer than her normal tone.

“Poppy is one of my regular submissives,” I explained, stepping farther into the room.

“I’m her Dom, and she submits to every desire that I demand of her.

Yields to my every command. To submit to me is to obey me, and in exchange for her power, I make sure she feels sexually satisfied.

There is nothing her body craves after we’ve been together.

” My voice naturally lowered as I breathed in Santari’s intoxicating scent while her curious eyes bounced between me and Poppy.

She’s getting aroused. Or maybe she already was before we reached the room. When I gave in and let her follow me upstairs, it could have played out a few ways, but how she was starin’ at me right now was the best one.

I chanced running my fingers over the exposed part of her shoulders, loving the way she shivered beneath my touch.

“She referred to you as a little because your energy is innocent, and littles can often be bratty. Poppy can feel my energy just as much as I’m in tune with hers.

I’m tense and frustrated, proof that you’ve been disobeying me.

Littles are often disobedient and require certain rules to keep them in their place. ”

My eyes were glued to Santari as I studied every crinkle of her eyes and gasp of her breath. I noticed the moment she began understanding that I was a Dom, then the second she decided that she wanted to know more.

Be easy, Cruz. She ain’t ready for all that yet.

Yet? Shit, I was saying yet instead of never .

Tired of the cat and mouse game my emotions were playin’ on me, I walked into the room and sat in the red leather chair, shooting Poppy a look that told her sex would be on hold while Santari was in the room.

True to Poppy’s nature, she tested my warning, probably already imagining all the ways I would punish her later.

Santari hadn’t moved from the doorway, but my stress reliever was already unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out, and fuck it felt good to have him free of the restriction of clothes.

Even though from Santari’s angle she probably couldn’t see much in the darkened room, her eyes still sparked with interest that I didn’t expect as her eyes remained glued to my dick while Poppy’s mouth took the tip between her lips.

“Ri, you can either stay here and watch,” I warned, using her nickname that I hadn’t in years. “Or you can leave and head back home. Storm or Titan prolly got dinner and put the leftovers in the fridge for you.”

She visibly swallowed, but didn’t move.

This isn’t the first time she’s witnessed you get your dick sucked. I wondered if she was remembering the same thing that I was. A moment she and I didn’t talk about even though we both know it happened.

Poppy went to work on sucking my dick just the way I liked it, her tongue going up one side and down the other, the suction causing me to grab her head to keep her in place when my dick reached the spot in the back of her throat that I loved to touch.

Ri didn’t step into the room, nor did she shut the door. Fetish had two communities: the clubbers and the kinkers. I didn’t give a damn who in my kink community walked past the open door and saw me getting my dick sucked, and Poppy didn’t mind an audience. In fact, she got off on it.

The problem was, as Santari stood there, her expressive eyes torn between not being able to look away, versus running to the nearest exit, I realized that I had a much bigger problem on my hands.

She wasn’t aware of the kind of shit I liked. Tonight’s explanation was only a small taste of what I enjoyed. Yet, having her watch me like I was her favorite guilty pleasure while I had another woman’s mouth wrapped around my dick was slowly becoming my kryptonite.

With every lick Poppy performed, Ri blessed me with a soft moan that I wasn’t even sure she realized she was making.

“Come closer,” I demanded, testing if Ri would listen to me.

She gripped the doorframe and bit her bottom lip in nervousness, but eventually, she took several steps inside, shocking the shit out of me when she took the vacant seat to my left.

Fuck. I raised a curious eyebrow, my dick getting harder by the second as Poppy’s mouth worked its magic, while my eyes soaked in every lustful expression my little minx gave.

It didn’t take long before I was coming in Poppy’s mouth, holding her head still and forcing her to swallow all of my cum. Santari didn’t miss a beat, the rise and fall of her chest growing more rapid as she watched me.

She has no idea how badly she just fucked up.

Gettin’ a muthafucka like me addicted to you when you weren’t ready for everything I had to offer was a risky combination.

However, I couldn’t help but entertain the thought that maybe little Santari had more exhibitionism in her than I originally thought.

And if that was the case, I needed to have a conversation with Titan and Storm ASAP.