Free First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) by Ann Mayburn

hadn’t changed him. God knows she wasn’t the same happy, naive girl she’d been in high school. The thought of how joyful and trusting she used to be before getting caught up with her cheating, douche bag ex-boyfriends sent a pang of longing through her.
    She was tired of being alone.
    So tomorrow night she’d go to Ryan’s place in normal street clothes with some kick-ass lingerie underneath. She’d judge by his reaction how the evening was going to work. As she changed out of her chain skirt, she couldn’t help a small smile at the memory of her night, and a tiny part of her began to hope, even as she wondered what the hell she was doing.
     

 

Chapter Five
     
    Ryan glanced around the coffee shop until he found his business partner, Justan Hall, sitting in a back booth with his laptop open and a look of intense concentration on his face. Anyone who didn’t know Justan might think the big, intimidating man with his short, navy blue Mohawk and heavily muscled body was plotting murder while he glared at his computer screen. Ryan knew his friend was probably taking down some hacker who’d dared to try and access one of the networks their firm was hired to protect.
    After grabbing his own coffee, Ryan slid into the booth across from Justan and opened his own laptop. With a few keystrokes, he joined Justan on the cyber battlefield and frowned at the information flying across his screen.
    “Fucking Chinese hackers,” he muttered as he helped Justan shore up the network for one of their overseas clients.
    Justan merely grunted. Twenty minutes later, both men sighed and leaned back from their computers, grabbing for their coffee in an almost simultaneous move.
    “Those motherfuckers are getting bolder by the day,” Justan said as he set his cup down then rubbed his eyes. “But enough about that bullshit. How was your date with Beat Me Betty last night?”
    “Ha ha, asshole.” Ryan grinned at the other man. “She was…just…wow.”
    Laughing, Justan leaned back and stretched his arms over the back of the booth, displaying the full sleeve Celtic tattoos exposed by his green ‘Byte Me’ t-shirt.
    “Look at you, blushing like a little school girl. Did she spank you and call you a naughty boy?”
    Ryan’s mind flashed back to standing next to Tanya, watching the young woman react to Emma’s touch as she was spanked. His cock immediately filled with blood and he had to shift to adjust himself. “No, but I did get to see her spank a cute little pink-haired female submissive.”
    Interest flared in Justan’s dark eyes. “Do tell.”
    “That’s all the details you’re getting out of me, you lecherous old bastard.”
    “I did some digging on the dungeon where your lady works and found some interesting stuff.”
    Unease curdled through Ryan’s stomach at Justan’s suddenly serious expression. “What’s up?”
    “Well, first off the owner, Moira, is one fucking hot piece of ass. If I had a submissive bone in my body, I’d be worshiping at her perfect little feet. Wonder if she’d ever consider switching. By the way, Tanya, the cute pink-haired girl, is Moira’s permanent submissive, but Tanya’s dating a guy who is also her Master.”
    “How do you know that?” Justan merely raised an eyebrow and Ryan blew out a harsh breath. “I told you I didn’t want you snooping.”
    “Please. That was hardly snooping. Besides, you should be more worried about what I discovered about one Mistress Emma Simonov.”
    “What?” Ryan asked as dread filled him.
    “Did you know she’s supporting her parents? That she lives in a dump and has been looking for a job for over two years now?”
    “What?”
    “Yeah. Her parents lost their jobs and their retirement benefits in one fell swoop when the city they worked for went bankrupt. She’s paying off their mortgages and supplementing their income with her work at Kiss of Blue.”
    “Mortgages? As in more than one?”
    “Yeah. They had to take out a second one