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He was painfully handsome. Still. Not repulsive, no matter how much I wished otherwise. His body still rippled with perfectly sculpted muscles, and his eyes still sparkled with playful mischief. And that damned smoldering heat between us still ripped the breath from my lungs the way it did every single time I allowed myself to watch him like this.

I should know better.

Obviously, I don’t.

Desire washed through me, and I hated him for it.

Damn Theo. Damn his skin, his eyes, his hair — those fucking hands. Damn him for the way I now knew the feeling of his fingertips sliding over my bare skin, or into my mouth.

Damn him for the way I unfortunately still wondered what his beautiful cock would feel like slipping into my pussy. After a few weeks of playing, he’d still not fucked me.

“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, tearing my eyes away just as his darted over towards me.

I felt the heat of his gaze, but I didn’t dare turn back to meet his eye as I slipped away, hating how I wanted him to watch my ass as I went.

Chapter Six

THEO

Isighed, taking a swig of my whiskey, and leaning back against the red leather upholstery. I was restless, anxious. I felt like I was always waiting for something to arrive these days, and I was never quite sure what that actually was. Maddened and frustrated, I spent my days drowning myself in work and trying to find some kind of release in the small amount of time I allowed myself to indulge my desires in the temple.

The temple kept me sane.

I never knew what might happen down there. Nobody did. That was the magic of it all. We let loose, left our inhibitions at the door, and let that delicious darkness take us wherever we wanted to go.

The world that West, Rian and I had created down there existed only because we’d worked our asses off to get it right. We’d had a lot of bumps and bruises along the way, but we’d persevered and now, it was a safe place to explore the sides of ourselves that we couldn’t present to the outside world.

It was our place of worship.

Maybe it was unconventional. Maybe it was dangerous.

But it was just what we all needed.

And it would continue to be as long as I could figure out how to keep the place afloat. We were sinking financially, way too quickly. And it was up to me to save us. I’d been spending long hours in my office going over possible solutions and it was wearing me down a little.

The relief the temple provided was exactly what I needed at times like this. Especially with the sexy woman I’d been playing with lately.

This, though? The bubbly, shallow, superficial conversation that was swirling around me in this booth in our exclusive dance club above the temple? That was not at all what I needed right now. What I needed was to have my shaft buried in some hooded beauty in the darkness downstairs before the night was up, or I might just explode. I’d been holding off on fucking my new playmate but I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mae would be down there tonight.

But for now, I had to stay here and be a proper best friend by celebrating West and Kaylee’s engagement.

My eyes trailed over the club, squinting through the flashing lights as I watched my dearest friends enjoy themselves.

When my eyes landed on the one face I was trying to avoid, my entire body tensed up when I caught her looking at me. Everleigh snatched her gaze away as quickly as she could, but it was too late. She’d been watching me. I caught her all the time. I knew she hated it, too. That didn’t keep the smirk from stretching across my face, though. When she got up and stormed off, I laughed out loud.

The blonde thought I was laughing at something she’d said, but I’d stopped listening to her long ago.

Instead, I let my gaze fall on Everleigh’s perfect round, curvy ass as she sashayed through the club, looking like the fucking goddess that she was.

The forbidden goddess, that is.

Fuck.

Being obsessed with your best friend’s little sister is not something I would recommend to anyone. It’s fucking torture. But here I am, enduring that torture every damned day she shows up in front of me.

I used to run out of the room when she walked in. But that wasn’t always possible, and after a while, West started asking questions. And there was nothing that I hated more than lying to my best friend. West was loyal and the best friend I’d ever known. If he knew the thoughts about his little sister that ran through my head, he’d rip my head off.

Knowing this didn’t stop the thoughts, though. It just stopped me from acting on them. The feel of her mouth on mine when she’d bombarded me the other day was seared into my brain.