she panted and Lance needed no further orders. He came in silence but with a controlled shudder that wracked his entire body. Together they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
The sex had stopped, but she still heard the pounding. Sounded like someone banging on one of the dungeon doors. Not hers so she ignored it.
Facing Lance she gave him a quick but passionate kiss.
“Go clean up,” she said, glancing down at the condom. “Bathroom’s in the dungeon. We’ll start round two when you get back.”
“Yes, Mistress. Be right back.”
He left the bedroom. Nora slowly stood and pulled the covers down on the bed. She unlaced her boots and kicked them off, wriggled out of her skirt and unpinned her hair. But as soon as she’d stripped completely naked, the pounding in the hallway now hit her door.
“What the fuck?” She had a scarf on the door. No one would ever interrupt her with a scarf on her doorknob.
“Eleanor,” came a voice through the door. “Open the door right now or I’m opening it.”
Søren? Unless the club was burning down, she was going to kill the man.
“Jesus, give me a second.” She grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around herself like a towel. Søren had seen her naked a million times, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her naked now, not after interrupting such an intimate moment.
She threw open the door and shot Søren a murderous glare. He looked almost as disheveled as she did—his Roman collar gone, his shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, his hair less than perfect.
“What the hell is going on? I’m kind of busy here.”
“Kingsley wants all his female employees at his townhouse now. That means you.”
“What? Why?”
“A Dominatrix was just attacked by a client.”
“What? Who?”
“Mistress Natasha. She’s in the hospital, Eleanor. And whoever did it got away. Now get dressed. I’ll go with you and Simone to Kingsley’s.”
“I’m a little busy—”
“Eleanor, this isn’t optional. This is an order,” Søren said.
“Mistress?” She turned around and saw Lance standing in the doorway between the bedroom and the dungeon. He must have heard the commotion because he’d put his jeans back on. She saw Lance and Søren exchanging pointed glances before Søren looked back at her. She nodded her acquiescence at him.
Søren took a step back into the hallway to let her close the door. Her body, which only a few minutes ago had come alive with pleasure, had now gone numb with fear. Alone again with Lance, she gave him a look of apology.
“I have to go,” Nora said to Lance. She knew Mistress Natasha, knew it would take a very dangerous—or very desperate—man to attack that woman.
“What’s wrong?” Lance asked.
“Sorry, Sailor,” she said. “Family emergency.”
* * * * *
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