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helped him stand. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for us.”
    “Yes, Master.” Luke kept his gaze lowered, unsure what to do next.
    Luckily he was saved by Kimber when she grabbed his hand from the other side and gave it a squeeze. He turned to her and stepped down from the dais and then the platform. She led him silently through the throng of people, the hushed murmurs of speculation bouncing around him but never quite landing, and then he was back in the locker room.
    Kimber finally spoke when they were alone. “You did fantastic. You’ll be the talk of the dungeon for weeks. If you feel okay, I’ll leave you to get dressed now.” Luke nodded, still unable to form words. Kimber slipped back out of the room, leaving Luke alone. He eased himself onto the bench next to the lockers with a wince at the exquisite soreness in his ass.
    He set his elbows on his knees and then his forehead on his hands.
    Right or wrong, what he’d just done had been the single most invigorating event in his life.

Chapter Three
    “Nathan,” Olivia whispered, breaking him from the trance of watching the young man coming.
    Nathan looked up, and Olivia was thrilled to see that his expression matched hers—excitement, hope, possibility. “He’s…”
    “… delicioso ,” Olivia finished. “I know. We must collect him.”
    Nathan snorted. “Livi, we can’t just collect boys. We have to ask. Charm him. Talk him into us.”
    Olivia clapped her hands. “ Sí . Let’s do that.” She rose from her chair, but Nathan gripped her wrist and pulled her back down.
    “Let him recover. Let’s wait a few minutes and meet him after he’s changed.”
    Olivia’s mouth dropped into a pout. She was impatient, anxious. She’d never seen anything like the guy. Incredibly young, probably just this side of legal, but so responsive, so into everything. It was like watching a child discover something for the first time. She itched to get her hands on him.
    She perched herself back in the chair next to Nathan. “Do you think he’ll like me?”
    Nathan grinned. “Oh, beautiful, of course he will. Look at you.”
    She grinned and her knees dropped open slightly. Nathan tilted his head and gave her a long appreciative look between her legs. She giggled. “What about us? Do you think he’ll like us?”
    “Of course he will.” Nathan smirked. “Why wouldn’t he?” He puffed out his chest in a mock gesture of masculinity.
    “I mean, we’re, you know, different. He was beautiful in that scene. Maybe he prefers a firm Dom like Douglas.”
    Nathan chuckled and lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t consider me a firm enough Dom?” He pinched her thigh teasingly.
    She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. All that Sir and Master stuff.” She waved one hand through the air to encompass everything she could think of related to dominance. “He looked pretty demure in that scene.”
    Nathan leaned in closer and kissed her lips briefly. “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. What matters is that we’re both extremely attracted to him. The rest will fall into place.”
    “You’re right. Of course. Good. You do the talking,” she said, practically bouncing in her chair now. “You can talk anyone into anything, mi amor .”
    He pulled his hand through his hair, and she was struck again at how incredibly handsome he was. Perfect face and body, pretty-boy handsome like he’d stepped off the glossy pages of some hit magazine. Some people might accuse him of being too pretty, but five minutes into their first conversation, Olivia knew he compensated for his beauty by being absolutely filthy.
    They’d been in line at the bank when they first met. She was depositing cash tips from her waitressing job, and he’d been getting a cashier’s check for something or another.
    “That teller is wearing an anal plug,” he said in a low voice from behind her.
    She swiveled around and gaped. “Excuse me?”
    He smirked. “Anal. Plug. You can