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sugar?" Her sultry voice rode him hard. He didn't move though, and managed to keep himself from falling to her feet.
    "Entertaining as always, Mistress." He kept his reply short, professional, though he didn't feel professional in the least.
    "Hmmm," her southern drawl, always languorous, was lazy with satisfaction. "Well, good night, then." She smiled and wiggled her perfectly manicured fingernails in a haphazard gesture of goodbye.
    He waited until he was sure she was out of earshot to mutter, "Not particularly, Mistress."
    * * * *
    June
    Megan sat at the bar and shot irritated glances at the table, her table, where John and Susan Scott had cornered some poor sap and were attempting to lure him into a menage. From what Megan understood, the couple, who'd earned the nicknames of BDSM Barbie and Ken at the club, were a great time, but didn't know when to say goodbye. Currently, she thought sourly, they couldn't seem to say goodbye to her favorite table, darn it.
    She sighed into her glass of wine. It had been an irritating day all around. She'd taken the early shift at the hospital in order to free up her evening for Kendra's wedding rehearsal and dinner. That meant she'd had the pleasure of all the waking winos, and the joy of cleaning up from the midnight shift's traumas. Megan knew she should be grateful to even have a job, but it was hard not to resent the fact that hospital staffing across the state was at an all-time low. She gave an un-ladylike snort as she thought of the recent rash of parties and financial shenanigans at Detroit's Manoogian Mansion. The former Mayor would have done better to fund the city's hospitals and schools.
    At any rate, Kennie's rehearsal had been lovely. She and Sinclair still positively radiated love and lust at each other, even after two years of living in sin. It had taken the poor man the entire time to convince Kendra to marry him. While her friend had whole-heartedly surrendered to her Dom lover literally overnight, she'd insisted on taking marriage slowly.
    Megan loved her friend, and was over the moon for her, thrilled with her happiness. But something about watching Kendra and Sin together, the tenderness and affection underscored by subtle reminders that Kendra was Sin's … possession … rubbed gratingly against nerves that were far too sensitive.
    Megan didn't participate in the lifestyle for sexual satisfaction. So why did the intimate bliss of a couple who did disturb her so?
    She'd retreated to the club hoping to enjoy a glass or two of wine and perhaps let go of a bit of her frustration. If she'd been hoping for a glimpse of a certain gray-eyed security specialist, she wasn't admitting that even to herself.
    But, instead of releasing her tension with the snap of leather on pale, silky flesh, she found herself staring morosely into her glass, uninterested in any of the available free agents trolling the room.
    She'd almost decided to call it a night when she caught sight of Gregori, winding his way toward the bar from the private rooms. A petite, flame-haired Domme walked with him, and Megan felt her eyes narrow as the woman paused by the stairs to allow Gregori to bend and kiss her knuckles before gliding toward the exit.
    Okay, she'd known Gregori was a submissive, but he rarely played at Velvet Ice. In fact, when she considered it, she hadn't seen him here except for when he was on duty since she'd gained her probationary membership. She finished her drink and gestured for another, all the while reminding herself that it shouldn't matter who he played with or how often. He was not the sub for her, and it was none of her darned business what he did during his free time.
    She didn't know whether to be amused or even more irritated by the startled look on his face when he spotted her from across the room. The man looked positively guilty for a blink of time, and for that same heartbeat Megan felt like he should feel guilty. Then the moment passed, and he tipped his head in