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)
Charlotte looked like a woman who was used to having a six-foot five-inch hottie all over her most of the time. “I’ll hold you to that, babe. So does this mean you’re back with Jared, Sarah? You two looked super cute at the game today.”
“Don’t mention the game. Lodge cheated,” Tag said with a lion’s pout. “McNamara hasn’t been at The Club since he moved to Colorado.”
“Yeah, because Jared’s been in Sanctum so many times in the last few years,” Charlotte replied. “You got played by the original player.”
“I don’t see it that way,” Tag replied. “Just because Lodge is older doesn’t mean he’s better. Does he have a movie franchise based on stories Serena stole from his life? I think not.”
If she let them, they would start making out, and in the club that could lead to actual sex right in front of her. They were a couple of total exhibitionists, and while she did not mind watching, she had other things to do. “I need to tell my Dom that I can’t play tonight. Probably not tomorrow either. I’m sorry, but I need to talk to Jared.”
Big Tag stood up straight, focused on something other than his wife’s boobs now. “You’re leaving the party? Because if you don’t dance for your sultan tonight…Charlie, baby, that sounds so douchey. Seriously?”
She turned and stared him down. “Whose birthday is it? Did I sit at your feet and blow you while you watched Marvel movies for your birthday? Did I complain?”
“No, baby. You couldn’t. That’s why I had you blow me.” He frowned. “Fine. I was just saying if Concubine Princess here decided to leave her Sultan Sir alone and sad tonight, he can’t chase her down tomorrow. That’s the rules of this game.”
“She knows what she wants,” Kori said, stepping up beside her. “If you’ll point out the Dom she’s been assigned to, I’ll let him know she’s heading out.”
Tag and Charlotte managed to shake their heads in tandem.
“Nope. She’s got to do it,” Tag said. “And I want to be there when she tells him she’s giving him up for…”
Charlotte elbowed her husband right in his ridiculously cut abs. “For the chance at true love.”
She wasn’t sure about that. She understood why he’d done what he’d done, but it didn’t change the fact that Jared had run again. He always walked out on her when times got tough. He hadn’t found a way to stick with her. He hadn’t let her try to help.
How could she ask him to help her when he hadn’t done the same?
She didn’t know what the hell she was going to do, but she knew she had to be with him right now. “Fine, take me to Sir so I can get this over with and find Jared.”
Big Tag took his wife’s hand. “I think we should definitely do that. We’re about to get started. Maybe Sir can find some other concubine to play with tonight. Either way, I think it will be entertaining.”
“This isn’t entertainment,” Kori complained.
“Oh, I disagree, and don’t you get hypocritical,” Charlotte shot back as she followed her husband up the stairs that led to the main dungeon. “You know damn well we can feel for our sisters and be deeply interested in how their love lives are going. Or our brothers. Should I remind you of Vince and his two mistresses?”
Okay, so she had a point. Her friend Vince was Mistress Jackie’s sub, but then Mistress Althea had proven to be very good at ball torture, and for some reason Vince was totally into that. He’d had the two mistresses at each other’s throats until they decided they could punish him together. She was pretty sure Vince was never procreating.
Nope. She wasn’t going there. She shoved that thought out of her head.
It was suddenly easy to not think about it because the whole dungeon had been transformed into a posh harem. Someone had draped the walls in sheets of silk, and a lush carpet covered the floor. There were scene spaces curved around the center, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the main stage and its plush seating areas. The other subs were on one side of the stage, a curtain draped across their space. They lounged on overstuffed pillows or luxurious couches as they waited to be called.
The Doms were on the other side of the gauzy curtain, seated and waiting.
From her vantage she could easily see all of them. It looked like exactly the kind of fantasy night she adored, and she hated to miss it. She wished Jared was here, that he was the one waiting for her instead of Sir. But Jared always ran when the going got tough.
And she was still going to skip her chance with this man for him. Because she couldn’t not do it.