Chapter 5
“Hey babe,” Gabe said, draping himself over Tom’s shoulder, tucking his chin against Tom’s neck. “Got somethin’ for you.”
“Is it bigger than a breadbox?” Tom asked, leaning back to claim a kiss.
Gabe lost the thread for a moment, kissing back with abandon until he reached around to touch Tom’s face and almost poked him in the eye with the card he had in the other hand. “Oops,” he said, grinning against Tom’s lips. “Here.” He put the card down on Tom’s desk. Fancy, expensive paper, a black and gold wax seal holding it shut, imprinted with the club’s logo, a crop crossed with a key. After some research, Gabe had found Threshhold, a high-end, exclusive, invitation-only S&M club. It hadn’t been hard to secure the invite; once Gabe’s credentials were established, the Domme was not
