Free What About Love (Club Decadence Book 6) by Maddie Taylor Page A

head thrown back with pleasure, his neck muscles tight, his biceps and forearms bulging as he gripped the woman’s hips, and his long thick cock glistening with her juices as he took her, hard. While she’d been assimilating all of that, he’d come, growling his release. He was gorgeous.
    To say she’d been shocked was putting it mildly. Not so much by the fact that he was driving into the bound woman, or that another man was using her mouth at the same time. It wasn’t that she was stark naked, her hands and feet restrained as they double teamed her. It was more so the sheer beauty of the man she’d lusted after for so long. Her heart twisted now, as it had then, first with jealousy that it hadn’t been her—bent over, tied down, helpless and vulnerable in front of him—then turning to pain when she realized that it never would be.
    She’d spent the better part of last night and this morning trying to push the images of him from her mind. When she had succeeded, sort of, she’d had little time to prepare herself to see Dan again. Considering what he’d done to her, touching her so intimately, spanking her naked backside, it seemed a daunting task. Spared the awkward moment this morning, she’d welcome it tenfold in exchange for this instant with T.
    The past twelve hours spent purging him from her memory were all for naught as all of it came flooding back. The scolding she’d given herself for yearning after something out of reach, for acting like a naïve, jealous fool, and the ultimate humiliation, fleeing when she saw him with another, had been wasted.
    Once, he’d offered her the chance to bring her fantasies to life by playing with him at the club, time limited, naturally. She’d declined out of self-preservation, knowing her heart couldn’t take being that close to the man of her dreams, who starred in every single one of her sex fantasies, and never be able to have him as she really wanted him. Beyond the sex and games, beyond a few hours of mindless passion, she wanted him fully, without time constraints, without limitations, and outside the restrictions of his hardline, one night, no relationship rules.
    Now that she’d seen him in the flesh, while in the throes of passion, she was afraid she would cave shamelessly and forever regret her weakness. How was she supposed to work with him? Moving on and forgetting T would be hard enough, with him as her trainer it would be next to impossible, but as her Dom… No! Her chest tightened painfully.
    “Um, Cap, can we talk for a moment in private?” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw T stiffen and resolved not to look.
    “I’m already late for a meeting. What is it?”
    “It’s just that…” She paused, trying to come up with a way to say this without offending him, yet she couldn’t. These were men who were used to conflict and making split second decisions. They lived in the moment and didn’t beat around the bush in action or speech. They liked straight talk and appreciated straight answers. Taking a deep breath, she gave them that. “I’d rather not train with T. Isn’t there someone else?”
    Cap frowned, glancing from one to the other. “Something going on between you two I should know about?”
    “No,” T replied, a split-second ahead of Angie’s emphatic denial. “Absolutely not.”
    “Then what is the problem?”
    Angie at last glanced his way and found him watching her closely. His brow quirked, apparently very interested in hearing her answer. He wasn’t helping one bit. Surely he agreed this was a really bad idea. Yet his crossed arms and stiff carriage made her suspect he was offended by her reluctance to work with him.
    “I’d really prefer someone else.” It was no explanation, and made it sound like she was being difficult—like a capricious woman—exactly how she didn’t want to be thought of as the only woman in this world of tough men. Damn.
    Cap’s dark brows drew together. “I can get someone else, but