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around, maybe we can hang out later?”
    The idea of talking to someone Grae wouldn’t have to censor herself sounded perfect. “I’d like that.”
    Asha bounced around, her braids dancing against her shoulders. “I just know we’re—”
    “Sprite!”
    As the deep bellow shook the room, Asha gasped. “I am in so much trouble. I was supposed to come right back after I fetched Master Kochran’s toy bag. I just know he’s going to make me pay for it. Talk to you later.”
    Asha darted around the perimeter of the room, careful to not block the view of members watching the suspension scene. When she arrived in front of a surly-looking man sitting on an elaborate wood-carved chair, she dropped to her knees and bowed her head.
    Grae’s gaze darted to the man Asha kneeled before.
    Kochran Duke wore much different attire than when she’d seen him playing with Duality the other night. Then he’d been casual and relaxed in baggy jeans and a tee. Tonight he wore tight leather pants and an unbuttoned shirt that showcased the chiseled curves of his well-defined pecs and abs.
    A clear sign he was in complete command of the room.
    A king on his throne.
    Grae realized it had been a long time since she’d been surrounded by the D/s environment. She’d been behind her computer for too damn long. The abrupt change was startling. One she was having trouble reconciling. As natural as it felt to be surrounded by a lifestyle she had embraced years ago, it was hard to believe she was actually here.
    A submissive in the scene with the three Doms gave a piercing scream unmistakably saturated with lust. The other sub gave a cry as well. The group had a captive audience as every gaze in the room focused on them.
    Except for Grae.
    She was too busy noticing the newest arrivals. And wondering who she’d pissed off in a previous life. Saint and Boyce stood near the entrance, watching the culmination of the scene. Though she’d already spent a few days with them getting reacquainted, this situation was markedly different. The atmosphere was so saturated with sex, her body was reacting without any kind of encouragement. Not that she needed any when it came to these two.
    She swallowed past the dryness in her throat.
    They were intimidating standing there in leathers.
    Holy hotness .
    The taller of the two men, Saint, wore a tight black tee, black jeans, and black boots. His muscles rippled as he leaned toward Boyce to whisper in his ear. Boyce smirked and nodded, gesturing toward something Master Enver had done.
    Boyce wore an off-white tee, dark jeans, and boots that were identical to Saint’s. Where Saint’s jaw was square, Boyce’s was softer, though just as masculine. Boyce was all angles and masculine bulk that a man didn’t earn without a lot of sweat and hard work. Saint was fit, but his frame was far more compact. His muscles were just as defined, but not as overt.
    It didn’t even occur to her to question why they were here and not at the vineyard.
    She was too worried about getting caught.
    Quiet applause broke out as the scene came to an end. Most of the people seated at the tables positioned around the perimeter of the room stood and began mingling as the two submissives were carefully unbound from the rigging. Boyce headed for the corner where Asha still kneeled before the man in charge. Saint walked toward Enver to speak with him.
    This was the perfect opportunity for her to escape.
    She started to rise, keeping her gaze on Saint to make sure he stayed away from the door. As long as they kept talking, kept busy, she’d have a chance. But just as she stood, someone to her right called Saint’s name.
    When he scanned the room, Grae tried to shrink back into the chair.
    Don’t see me. Don’t see me.
    His gaze landed squarely on her.
    Fuck .

Chapter Six

    T o give Saint credit, he didn’t storm across the room and demand to know why she was there. Or lift his eyebrows in surprise. He just calmly made his way to the couch