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can only be applied with the proper amount of lube.”
    He frowned. “Are you serious?”
    He’d already been through that part. He didn’t want to do that again. Not to himself. To her though…
    Her eyes lit with mirth. “Oh, I hope I get you. You would be so much fun to tease, Sir.”
    “And you would be a lot of fun to spank, sub,” he said, his voice deepening because she was pushing all the right buttons to bring out the Dom in him. The one who wanted to play. He actually didn’t mind her teasing him. He didn’t want a sub who never spoke unless she was spoken to or one who obeyed him mindlessly.
    Fuck, he should have known he would want the brat.
    Her eyes went down submissively, but he caught the smile on her face. “Yes, Sir. I look forward to it. Thank you so much for the help. I appreciate it. So fist bump or hug?”
    “I would rather have a kiss.” Who the hell was talking? He was pretty sure it was his dick. The damn thing seemed to have taken firm control of the body and it was not letting the brain in. Why should it? The brain couldn’t function when all the available blood supply had gone straight to his cock.
    Her eyes widened and he felt a thrill go through his system. She thought she had the upper hand? He wouldn’t touch her without her permission, but in a club like this it was totally acceptable to ask as long as he did it politely. He could ask her if she’d like to go upstairs to one of the privacy rooms with him so he could fuck her long and hard. All she had to do was say no.
    Communication was the key. Saying what he wanted and what he was and wasn’t willing to give.
    Honesty is pretty important, too, asshole. Communication means nothing without honesty.
    His brain was still functioning on some level. Maybe if she turned him down flat he could still get out of this.
    And then she stepped up. The heels she was wearing gave her a few inches, but she had to look up at him, her eyes softening as she got close. She went up on her toes and put her hands on either side of his face. She stared at him for a moment, but it wasn’t odd or uncomfortable. He got the feeling she was memorizing him or being truly in the moment. For a second he forgot about everything that was happening and looked at her, studying the angles and planes of her lovely face. Her lips had taken him, but now he was utterly fascinated by the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose and the tiny scar on her left cheek.
    Then she moved up, pressing her lips to his. It was only a moment, but heat flashed through his system and he was more alive in that second than he’d felt in years.
    She moved down again, her hands coming to her sides and her lips curling up slightly. “Thank you, Sir. I’ll see you upstairs.”
    His hands fisted. He wanted to touch her, to drag her back and show her how to properly kiss her Master.
    He was a fucking fool and he would never learn.
    “I didn’t get your name,” he heard himself saying.
    Please tell me the truth. Give me your name. Your real name. Let me believe this was all a crazy coincidence and you’re not playing me .
    She turned back slightly as she moved toward the stairs. “It’s Amy. Amy Lyndon. How about you, Sir?”
    Something inside him went cold. Unfortunately, it was not his dick. “Flynn.”
    “Is that your first name or last name?”
    Two could play at her game. She knew damn well what his name was. “It’s John Flynn, but I prefer Flynn.”
    No lies there. Merely a set of truths withheld, but then she’d done the same to him.
    “It was nice to meet you. I hope…well, I hope you enjoy the class.” She walked up the stairs.
    “Damn, you work fast, Flynn.” Wade stepped down the stairs after he nodded to Amy. “I think Kai was right on with that pick. Sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise. She’s your training sub. Sweet lady. I already like her. She’s funny, and I would bet she’ll give you plenty of excuses to smack that pretty ass. She’s