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Safely.”
    A gentle knock on the door stopped the conversation. Josh cast a quick look at his watch. Exactly on time. “Come in.”
    Beth slid into the room, practically glowing with excitement. Tonight she had on a pair of silk lounging pants and a tight-fitting tank top. She’d left her long hair loose, so it curled around her shoulders. It was a very un-Beth-like thing to wear on a work night, but they’d both decided it couldn’t hurt their cause to throw a little sex appeal at the investors. “Sorry to interrupt.”
    “Gentlemen,” Josh said as he got to his feet, “this is my lovely assistant manager, Beth Norris. Beth has worked at Mavericks for the past two years and is one of my most trusted employees. I will be leaving the Toronto club in her more-than-capable hands. I’m sure she’ll put me to shame.”
    The fun thing about her outfit was Josh’s ability to watch the blush travel from her cheeks, down her throat to the tops of her breasts.
    “Thanks, Josh.” She sounded genuinely surprised by the compliment. Apparently he needed to remind Beth more often how important she was to the club and to him. Especially to him.
    He had to fight the urge to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close. He wanted to stare into those big brown eyes and relax for a while. More and more, Josh was finding it difficult to resist touching Beth. It was nearly as bad as his growing obsession with Oliver. “Is there something you need?”
    “You wanted me to let you know when the party had begun. We’re already pretty full and things are in full swing.”
    “Gentlemen, if you’d like to follow me, I would be pleased to show you around Mavericks in all her glory.”
    The smell and feel of sex was palpable as they walked from the office into the hall that opened up to overlook the main club area. The air was heavy with the sounds of music, the slaps of leather against skin, and the light moans of people fucking.
    For the first few years, every time Josh came out of his office, he’d gotten aroused. His entire upbringing, he’d had it drilled into him by his mother than sex was something dirty, forbidden, and if necessary, hidden behind the bedroom door. His dad had always tried to offer a more balanced opinion, but his mother would be constantly there to override it.
    When he finally escaped her grasp and opened the club, Josh had wanted to soak himself in the sights and sounds of sex. It was clear the initial rush of lust had washed over Caruthers and Lewis. Their pupils were blown wide, and Lewis was sporting an impressive erection.
    “I suggest we start the tour up here.”
    Caruthers nodded and cleared his throat. “Lead the way.”
    Josh and Beth had previously worked out the route he would take the men. They’d agonized over details for hours, knowing that any misstep might mean the end of the men’s interest. She slipped away while they were distracted to make sure everything was as it should be before he brought them along.
    Josh said nothing as they made their way to the first of the specialty rooms. The two-way mirror took up a large portion of the wall, framing the sex show on the other side. A woman sat naked on a chair in the middle of the room, her hands tied behind her back and her legs forced wide apart with a spacing bar. A Domme circled around behind her, a violet wand in her hand.
    “You’ll enjoy this. The electric current isn’t strong enough to do any serious damage, but the sensation makes the recipient squirm.”
    The Domme pressed the wand against the woman’s shoulder and moved it down so the tip flicked across her bare nipple. The glass didn’t quite muffle the moan that escaped the submissive. Leaning over, the Domme caught the other woman’s mouth in a kiss as she continued to draw lines with the wand down the submissive’s body.
    Josh knew Lewis and Caruthers were entranced by what they say, but he wanted to see how into the scene they might be willing to go.
    The next room