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Her gown was too long and seemed to keep getting in his way. He grew frustrated with it, so he ripped it off and threw it to the floor. He began kissing her face from side to side, and then down the column of her neck. Taking a pert nipple between his teeth, he gently nibbled at it, then sucked it into his hot mouth. He hadn't meant for things to go this far. He was sure she would have gone away when he called her by another name. What the hell was he thinking? What the hell was he doing? He didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't stop now.

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Ted didn’t hear the door open, he felt it. A shift in the air, a tightening in his chest, the kind of instinctive awareness that came before a storm. When he finally looked up, Tabby was standing in the doorway, framed by the sun shining through just behind her like something conjured out of the thoughts he’d been trying to bury.

Her presence changed the room. The air thickened, the shadows stretched, and the quiet hum of the shower down the hall suddenly felt like a countdown.

“Tabitha, what the hell are you doing?” His voice was low, strained, as if he were holding back something with claws...just like Brian had said that first day.

She stepped inside without hesitation, her confidence unsettling in its calmness. She moved like she already knew the effect she had on him…like she’d studied it, memorized it, and came here to test how far she could push him before he broke.

 She was wearing a little red halter top that looked like her firm young breasts were about to hang out, and those shorts. Damn they were so short her ass cheeks were showing. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life, and he’d wanted a lot when he was younger.

“Your sister is in the other room,” he said, forcing the words out. “And Brian could come home at any minute.”

She didn’t flinch. If anything, her eyes sharpened as though danger only made her bolder.

The light caught her hair, turning it into a halo that didn’t match the intent in her gaze. She moved closer, slow, and deliberate, her expression unreadable except for the certainty in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she knew exactly what he was fighting.

Cassandra’s shower still ran behind the closed bathroom door, steam drifting faintly into the hallway. She’d said she was hanging out with a friend, and time slipped away from her. She hadn’t had the time to go home and shower before heading to work. She said she was in the neighborhood and wondered what his home looked like anyway, so she thought she would shower here. He must have forgotten to lock the door back. He’d been surprised when he opened the door and saw her. Of course, she wasn’t there for sex, which really didn’t bother him anyway. He wouldn’t have fucked her even if she had been. It wasn’t like she did anything that turned him…ever.

He’d been dreaming about Tabby for nights, about that night in the woods. Dreams that clung to him long after waking, leaving him restless and raw. He’d nearly said her name earlier, nearly let it slip in front of Cassandra. The memory made his stomach twist. He’d been waiting for Cassandra to finish showering and leave so he could head into the club to do inventory.

He should have stood up. Should have told her to leave as soon as she stepped through the door. Should have put distance between them before he did something he couldn’t take back.

But he didn’t move. He sat there, pulse hammering, watching her approach like a man on a mission. He felt like he was watching a fuse burn toward a powder keg, but he couldn’t move as he stared at her.

“You’re not even going to pretend you don’t want me?” she questioned, her voice soft but edged with something dangerous. “We both know that you want me.”

He groaned as his cock reacted to her as soon as he looked at her and then jumped to attention as soon as the heat of her surrounded him when she straddled him on the couch. How could she turn him on so much, and so quickly? Damn, he wanted to reach between them and release his aching cock, slide past those little shorts, and find her sweet pussy. Could he fuck her fast enough that no one would catch them? He had a feeling that it wouldn’t take him long to ejaculate. She was too tempting to ignore.

“I know it makes it even hotter thinking we could get caught any second, don’t you think?” she teased, caressing the side of his face with her own.

“I don’t think it’s hot at all.” He swallowed hard. “Get up. Leave me alone.” 

But she didn’t. Her confidence only deepened, settling over her like a second skin.

“It doesn’t feel like you want me to leave you alone,” she squirmed against his aching cock. “I want to touch you again, Ted. I want to see you tasting me again.”

The room felt darker now, shadows pooling in the corners. The faint scent of her shampoo and arousal drifted toward him, so sweet, warm, unmistakably her, and it twisted something deep inside him. He hated how easily she got under his skin. Hated how much he wanted her. Hated that wanting her felt like losing control.

“You know you want me and I can feel just how much. Why don’t you just give in and let it happen?”

“Tabitha…” His voice cracked, a warning he couldn’t finish.

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“So, tell me which one of these lucky people is your current sub?” David asked, looking around the room.

“The sexy blonde over in the corner, standing by herself.” Travis nodded his head in Georgia’s direction as he released David.

“Pretty,” David smiled.

“Yeah, not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, though,” he declared.

David laughed. “What’s wrong with that? She looks good and has a great body.”

“I want her to be able to function without me as well as with me. I don’t want a living doll that I’ll have to dress and tell what to do every second of every damn day. I feel like I can’t even breathe.

“So, get rid of her,” David suggested.

“I want to find her a good Master. She’s a good person, but she’s more of a slave than a sub.”

“So, you’ve taken it upon yourself once more to be someone’s guardian angel,” David accused.

“You seem to have turned out pretty well.” Travis answered thinking back to when he’d taken David in. He’d been homeless, and Travis had fed him, taught him to dress and act properly, and introduced him to all the right people.

“Yes, and I love you for it.”

“I know you do, and that pleases me more than you know.” Travis knew David loved him more as a friend than anything else, and that was what pleased him so much. He cared for David, even loved him in his own way, but he wasn’t in love with him.