Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
She would do it in a heartbeat if she truly thought he would walk away. If she thought she could swipe some sweetness from his super-gorgeous honey pot and get away clean, she would be in bed with him now. Screw playing in the club. They could do it privately and she could spend her last weekend doing nasty, filthy glorious things to that man’s hot bod. But he claimed he wanted more.
And she’d so recently learned she didn’t have more to give.
“I did. Apparently the queen has decided to have a royal ball in celebration of her birthday,” Kori said with a grin. “I’ve heard it’s going to be three nights of crazy games including a capture fantasy event when our Doms get to hunt us down, and the longer we stay free the more pleasure they owe us.”
Sarah frowned. “That doesn’t seem fair. Some of the subs are also former CIA. I’m a trauma nurse. I’m not allowed to hide from anything.”
Of course, she’d also earned the nickname “Dateline” from her high school classmates who’d decided she was the one most likely to end up the victim portion of a Dateline episode. She couldn’t help it if she had a trusting heart. She’d really thought that guy had a puppy in his car. It wasn’t her fault he’d been running a sex trafficking ring and hey, she’d been the one to Tase him, and that led the police to shutting the whole thing down, so who was Dateline now?
“I don’t think it’s a real competition,” Kori replied. “That could get hardcore fast. I think this is more of a metaphor.”
“Don’t count on it,” a husky voice said, a chuckle flavoring her words. Eve McKay had the locker across from Sarah’s. “I saw Charlotte studying the plans for the building. Specifically the air ducts. She’s crazy if she thinks she can still get through those. It should be a super-fun night, but Kori’s right about the pleasure part. I, for one, am going to let Alex find me immediately so we can get to the privacy rooms while they’re still open.”
“Smart,” Kori pointed out. “Capture fantasy makes Kai’s dick go crazy.”
She wanted someone’s dick to go crazy for her. Didn’t she deserve that? “What about the unattached subs? Are we just running around the club hoping some unattached Dom decides he wants to catch us? What if I don’t want to be caught by the guy who catches me?”
“Yeah, I don’t think Big Tag’s going to let that happen,” a new voice said. Avery O’Donnell strode to her locker followed by Serena Dean-Miles. “That would be super chaotic, and then the Doms get territorial and pissy and fistfights start.”
“And Ian doesn’t want that?” Serena asked, a brow rising over her eyes. “Because he is the man who started up Dom Fight Club.”
“It’s different when the ladies are involved,” Avery pointed out. “He’ll laugh all day long when some man who thinks he can still fight like he did when he was twenty takes a punch from Boomer, who seriously doesn’t know how hard he hits, but he would flip out if it happened to one of the women.”
Serena frowned. “How is Li’s back?”
“Pushing forty and not recovering the way it used to.” Still, Avery smiled. “I think he’ll think twice before taking on the young guns again. At least in a non-sneaky way. But I heard they’ve been pairing unattached Doms and subs for the weekend party.”
So she would be paired with someone she probably knew well and wouldn’t want to sleep with at all. Not because they weren’t hot, but because she’d known those guys for years and if something was going to happen, it already would have. She’d played with every Dom in the place. Maybe she should think about this. She only had a couple of days left and she wanted to have fun. If she didn’t have it at Sanctum, she should have it on her own. Who did she know who would know male hookers? Did they still call them gigolos? What was the proper terminology? She didn’t want to insult one.
Kori turned around, giving Sarah her back and thereby access to the ties of her corset. “Do me a solid Scarlett O’Hara, please. And tell me why you have your fretting face on. You’re going on vacay next week, right?”
She was taking a whole bunch of days off, but she definitely wouldn’t call it a vacay. Not that she was letting anyone else know. She would tell them afterward. When she knew. “I’m not fretting. I just have a lot to do before I leave and I’m wondering if I shouldn’t skip the festivities. I know all the Doms. My capture fantasy will end with a dude who’s like my brother tackling me and probably giving me noogies.”