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Nicola clicked off her phone without responding.

Could she do this? Jensen had become an integral part of her life in the last four years. Jules had called her his binky, but there was a part of Nicola that understood it went both ways. They had lived in each other’s pockets almost from the beginning. Her attraction had started about a year earlier—surprising and embarrassing her. She couldn’t pinpoint the moment she started thinking of him differently, but he had started invading her dreams. And there were those moments when he would smile at her. Nicola swore her heart melted right then and there.

She thought through the pros and cons. And she arrived at one definite decision.

Before she could change her mind, she hurried out of her room and down the staircase. She arrived at Jensen’s office. He looked up at her—still wearing the reading glasses—and smiled.

Yep, there it was again. Her heart melted. “No work time play.”

“Understood.”

“We do not tell your family, and we keep this between us.”

He nodded. “No need to get them involved.”

“Then, I agree.”

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For a long moment, Jensen said nothing. His brain had stopped working the moment she said the words ‘I agree’. He blinked a few times trying to force himself to think, but his thoughts were still frozen. Did she really agree to be his submissive? Bloody hell.

She cocked her head to the side. “Jensen, are you okay?”

He nodded, then cleared his throat. All of a sudden he felt like an untried virgin. She was studying him as if she thought he’d lost his mind. Not exactly the reaction he wanted from his submissive.

He wanted this, needed it on a level that he didn’t yet understand. She was standing there, the bright sunlight shining behind her, and he had only two words running through his mind.

I want.

He wanted her on his desk, bent over as he took her from behind. He wanted to lean back in his chair while she was on her knees in front of him, his cock in her mouth. He could just imagine the way her tongue would swirl around his shaft as she gazed up at him with those damned eyes of hers.

Damn. Beads of sweat had already dampened his palms. She left him randy and almost out of control in his need for her. They had a verbal agreement. It was still work hours. He knew it was important to stick to their agreed upon rules, but he wanted a taste of her. No matter that he had waited for months. Now that he knew she was going to submit, it was hard to resist the pull of her. She was such a strong woman, so he knew their D/s play would be challenging.

“Tonight then?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Do you want to go to Rough ‘n Ready?”

The moment the question slipped out, he regretted it. He didn’t want to share her with anyone else. Even if that meant walking around a club, he didn’t want people to look at her, to think about her. She was his.

And he sounded like a boy with a new toy. Bloody fucking hell. It was the first time in his history as a Dom that he felt so possessive with a sub.

“No,” she said. “This is us, alone. I don’t want an audience.”

He felt the same way, but he thought she might want to get a private room. He wasn’t stupid enough to make the mistake a second time.

“Do you go to many clubs?” he asked.

She hesitated. He wondered at it, and he really didn’t want to order the answer out of her. Thankfully, she said, “I did years ago, but I stopped.”

“Why?”

“Truth is, I didn’t want to run into you at any of them. You are a member of several of the clubs I frequented. I thought it would be odd to run into each other, even if you knew of my preferences.”

“That worked out well,” he said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Her mouth twitched. “You weren’t supposed to be there, if you remember.”