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pockets, a silly grin on his face. “Don’t know what happened. Not sure I wanna ask. But that sweet-assed Domme said you’re to meet her here next Friday night. And don’t be late.”
    Gus stifled a sigh. “And there I was thinkin’ she wanted to go on a date.” He turned away to pick up his clothing.
    Both men behind him burst out laughing. He straightened and turned back, hiding the redness he knew showed on his hot ass. “Not a damn word.”
    “Not a chance,” Craig said, still chuckling.
    Mondo’s lips pursed, and he shook his head. “You owe me, bro.”
    Gus gave him a blistering glare. “Not a fucking word.”
     
    Aislinn showered, washing away the odor of sex from her skin. Her hands shook. “Dammit.”
    She’d managed, just barely, to hold it together for her half-naked trek through the hall. Not that those who frequented the club hadn’t seen her in the buff before, but being in a scene when it happened was somehow less embarrassing than traipsing through with her skin glowing and moisture slicking her thighs.
    What the hell just happened? How had the flustered man who’d blushed when she’d smacked the hand hovering over a tray of doughnuts so completely turned things around?
    And he’d made her love it. The moment his restraint broke, something inside her gave as well. Three years she’d worked on learning her skills, learning the psychology behind what made a successful and satisfied Dominant who could open a world of pleasure to the right submissive. She’d worked hard. Sacrificed a normal social life because she’d believed, up until this night, that this was her course.
    Where was she left now?
    A tapping sounded outside the open-stall shower room. “Ash?”
    “Mondo?” She swiped her hair from her eyes and glanced over her shoulder at her mentor.
    His dark head canted while he studied her expression. “Just checking on you. You looked shattered, mi amor .”
    Shattered. What an apt description for how she felt. “Did anyone else notice?”
    “Your secret’s safe, I’m sure. Remember, I know you. I taught you.”
    He’d taught her techniques, the cues a sub’s body gave when she needed to go easy or hard, and he’d instilled confidence in her that now seemed false. Unable to hold his knowing glance, she looked away. “Mondo, it all got away from me.”
    She turned off the spigot. A towel wrapped around her from behind. She felt no embarrassment as he dried her nude body. From day one, he’d insisted on nudity when he trained, removing all false barriers and leaving nothing to hide behind.
    The towel abraded her nipples and she hissed.
    “Was he rough with you?” he asked, his breath gusting against her cheek.
    “Yes, and I loved it.”
    Mondo turned her with his hands and gave her a crooked smile. “You found pleasure with my friend?” At her nod, he added, “I thought you might.”
    “Did you know I’d crumble? You could have warned me.”
    He tossed the towel at her head. “You didn’t crumble. However, now you know something more about yourself and what you need.”
    “But he topped me.”
    “There’s no set way things should happen between a Dom and sub. No true rules, other than do no lasting harm. And every relationship will be different. If you find joy, what does it matter who remains in charge?” He gave her a nod then raked her body with a wicked, knowing glance. “Fulfillment becomes you, chica .”
    He strode away, and not for the first time, she wondered how she’d managed to train with him for so long, naked in body and emotions, and not fall just a little bit in love with the handsome Latino.
    She rubbed the towel on a fogged mirror and stared at herself—at the swollen lips, the pink cheeks, her large round eyes. Rather than dwelling on her failure, all she could wonder was whether Gus would mind that his friend had fucked her every way imaginable while teaching her what her body’s limitations were. Would he be able to understand the