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I hold out my hand and she grips it. I want to puff out my chest with pride as I lead her down the steps and to my waiting car. I help her into the back seat and raise the privacy screen. Her eyes widen as the screen goes up.

“You think I’m going to corrupt you on the way to my place?” I ask her.

“I don’t know what to think at all,” she says.

My voice is gruff as I say, “You’ve been through a lot. Bash and I are going to follow your lead and do our best to see to your needs, whatever those needs might be.”

She blushes, and I wonder if she’s thinking about the kind of needs I’m thinking about.

The need for touch. The need for power exchange. The need for sensation—whether pain or pleasure.

Reaching over, I touch her cheek, raising her face so she has to look at me. I stare into her beautiful eyes. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you with Sebastian and me on the night of the gala.”

“It’s been on my mind, too,” she whispers.

“How much?” I ask.

“A lot.”

“Show me.”

Her brow pin