Free Not Your Damn Dom (Denial #2) by Amy Valenti Page A

fucking scene —and giving her orders. And Alex just fucking took it like she was meant to be my submissive. Like she was my second chance at the lifestyle.
    A second chance I didn ’t deserve, and didn’t dare take.
    I leaned against the closed door for a few seconds, trying to regulate my breathing. It was likely Alex was still collecting herself, coming around from the intensity of the short scene.
    Fuck, I might as well call it what it is.
    Part of me wanted to call off whatever it was we had. Just tell her it was a mistake, that though our physical chemistry was amazing, I wasn’t in the right place for this shit right now.
    The rest of me got hung up on the scent of her, the softness of her skin and pliancy of her body, the startled arousal in her eyes as I dragged her down to suck my cock by her fuckin g hair…
    I was in too deep to extricate myself. I needed to see if the scary compatibility between us extended beyond just the pleasures of the flesh. If it didn ’t…maybe we could keep this casual, come to some kind of fuck-buddy arrangement.
    If it ran deeper than that, though …
    Get her away from you.
    “Spencer? You okay?” Alex’s voice was quizzical.
    I steeled myself and walked back into the living room, where she was still curled up on the couch. “You hungry?”
    “ Mmm—worked up an appetite.” She reached for the takeout I was holding and began to sort through the various containers, separating my food from hers.
    I sat beside her, keeping close enough that she felt she could reach out to me if she needed to , but far enough away that she wouldn’t be a constant temptation.
    “ So what’s next for you? Now that you’re done with the horror movie?”
    Alex popped open a container and picked up her chopsticks. “Aside from trying not to go crazy with apprehension about Walk on Glass ? Nothing much. I’m reading through a few scripts, seeing if anything catches my eye. Other than that, my only work is working with you, so my agent is throwing a fit. But let’s not talk shop tonight.”
    The food was good, and as we ate she asked me questions, as though hungry to know more about me. I answered laconically. I ’d never been comfortable talking much about myself, but if I sidestepped a question she pouted, and I was powerless to resist that expression. Either I answered her questions, or I’d throw the food aside and bite that pouting lower lip until she gasped into my mouth.
    “ So how do you know Callum?” she asked after a while.
    That, I really didn ’t want to talk about. I didn’t know what Callum might have told her, and the truth was a part of my life I wasn’t about to reveal to her more than I already had. “Mutual friends introduced us.”
    It wasn ’t a lie, not really. I was just omitting the part where the mutual friends were regulars of the local fetish club I’d already been a member for years when Callum had walked in, a fresh-faced newbie eager to learn. Scene One ran training sessions for new Dominants, and I’d volunteered to be one of the more experienced instructors. We’d hit it off from there.
    “ I guess that’s the movie business,” Alex said, then took a sip from her glass. There was a question in her eyes that told me she wasn’t done interrogating me, and after she’d swallowed her water, she asked, “So how did you get involved with movies? I mean, personal trainer to the stars is one thing, but fight coordinator? That’s a totally different area.”
    On comfortable ground again, I gave her a brief run-down. “I was a stuntman back in the day, then a stunt coordinator when things started going digital. Health and safety concerns make it way less of a hassle to use computers for some stunts than real people, so as that side of the business declined I expanded in other areas, got the gym for personal training and martial arts instruction. I go back to movie sets here and there, but that part of my job isn’t as pressing these days.”
    She