“For both of us,” she agreed. The s****l tension didn’t go away, but her mind cleared a bit and she focused on the reality of the situation, rather than the fantasy-like haze she’d let herself fall into. This wasn’t the club, wasn’t a pre-established scene. She didn’t know this man, wasn’t in a safe place, surrounded by people she trusted. And surely it was the kind of thing he could get fired for. He was trusting her not to cry foul to the authorities.
“You’d be a fool to do this.”
“So would you.” She gave him the safe words from the club. “I know when to say red and yellow.” Forcing herself to meet his eyes, to show him she was sure, she begged him with a whisper. “Please.”
He cursed and stepped forward. His large hands came up to bracket her wrists and ease her arms down to the small
