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your saliva later tonight anyway.”
    “Damn it, Marc, you made it not fun to spit in your drink now.” Lauren laughed and turned on her heel. Marc watched the flowing dress swish across her naked ass as she sashayed over to one of the many servers carrying trays of hors d’oeuvres to find where she could get them drinks.
    Friends again. Right?
    Marc looked around the huge tent for Roman, but couldn’t find him among the other wedding guests, so he snuck out and looked around.
    If I were Roman, where would I be?
    Marc headed back into the house. The staff knew him and let him head back into Trevor’s den, to his private bar. Sure enough, there he was.
    Roman looked up at him from his glass. “Hey man.”
    “Hey.”
    “Great wedding,” Marc said, hoping to get Roman to start talking. When he said nothing, Marc tried again. “Are you all right?”
    “No,” he muttered. “Before tonight, I kept thinking she’d change her mind. That she’d recognize I was the Dom for her, not Trevor. But now . . . there’s no going back. They’re married.”
    “I know it’s hard, maybe sounds impossible, but you need to move on for that exact reason. You had your chance with her, and for whatever reason she chose the man who she felt would be best for her. If you really love her, you’ll want her to be happy.”
    Roman glared at him. “Says the man who’s trying to turn a Domme into a sub. You think Lauren will ever truly be happy living to serve you, when she’s used to having men follow her around on their hands and knees for a chance to lick her fucking boot?”
    “What?” Marc’s stomach flipped. “It was your idea in the first place.”
    “Well, I was wrong. You can’t change someone.”
    “I don’t want to change her, I want her to be mine. And to be happy, too.” Marc sat on the couch heavily. “I suppose that’s asking too much.” He paused. “What would you do, in my situation?”
    Roman swiped the hair out of his eyes. If anything could catch Roman’s interest, it was the topic of How to Train a Sub.
    “Well, since you’re asking,” he said, and a small smile finally appeared on his face. “Right now, Lauren still identifies as a Domme only. It’s who she thinks she is. You need to show her that she’s more than that, that she’s multi-dimensional. And that one of those dimensions could be as a submissive. Not just any submissive . . . your submissive. Only you. She can be a Domme to the rest of the world, but around you, that changes.”
    “It’s all a game to her, this bet. She’s already talking about the next bet, the one where I lose and end up as her slave,” Marc said.
    “Then you have nothing to lose. Go all out. Do everything you ever wanted to do with her while you’ve got her. Because for all you know, she might leave you. She probably will, man.”
    Suddenly Marc didn’t think they were talking about Lauren anymore. But Roman would bounce back, he had no doubt.
    “You know what, dude?” Marc said. “You’re right. Tonight, we’re gonna play hard. I’m gonna fuck her the way she’d fuck me if I’d lost. Tie her up, whip her, make her come like crazy.”
    “And don’t for a second let her revert to being on top,” Roman added.
    Marc laughed. “She’ll try, but I’ll give it my best shot. She’s one tough cookie, that girl.” If this was his one shot at being with Lauren, then he had to take it, or the week would go by and things would go back to normal, which had been great for the past five years.
    After holding her in his arms as they made love, though, he didn’t think he could ever see her as just a friend again. There was more between them than that, and he wouldn’t be able to simply forget.
    “Come on, man,” Marc said, getting up. “You have a toast to give.” He eyed the drink in Roman’s hand, the pent-up emotion in his eyes. “I’d be happy to give it for you if you’d like. Maybe that would be best.”
    “No. Trevor and I have been