Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,26

read.”

“And?” Domi was practically bouncing on her tiptoes, waiting for the verdict. “Has anyone read it? What did they think?”

“They seem to like it.” Rae shrugged as if it was no big deal. Rolling her eyes, Domi dug into her purse to pull out her phone.

“Where is it? I want to see.” It only took a little begging and pleading before Rae gave in and shared the web address. Domi pulled up Their Sexy Secret—her favorite one Rae had written—and squealed when she saw the rating and the comments. “Rae, this is amazing! They love it!”

“Not everyone,” Rae muttered. Domi hip-checked her again, still not looking up from the screen.

“Oh, shut up, almost everyone does, and you can’t please everyone. Look! This person thinks you need to publish it for real, and this person is saying they’d totally have bought it, and—”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Rae interrupted her. Yup, definitely blushing now. Rae gave it away by rubbing her cheeks as though she was attempting to rub away the heat filling them.

The door opened, and another woman walked in. Both of them jumped, looking up almost guiltily. To Domi’s surprise, they knew the new occupant. Domi recognized her from the times she and Rae had come to Marquis for their submissive class before it was officially open. A pretty white woman, she worked in the kitchen and looked like she’d just come off her shift, although she’d changed out of her chef’s coat. Her hair was still pulled back in a utilitarian ponytail, and the tight tank top she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination. Damn. Domi wished her boobs looked like that. Heck, she wished she had half the woman’s rack.

“Hey, Avery,” Rae chirped. Right, that was her name. Rae was actually good at remembering names, unlike Domi.

“Hi, Avery!” Domi repeated.

“Hi,” Avery came to a halt, looking at them apologetically. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your names.”

That made Domi feel a little better about initially forgetting hers.

“That’s okay,” Domi reassured her. “I forgot yours, too. Rae remembers everyone’s name, though. I’m Domi, and this is Rae.”

“Nice to see you again,” Avery said with a smile. Something flickered in her expression. “Hey, um… this might be a little weird to ask, but you two were going to that, uh, class upstairs, right?”

She knew they had been, but the uncomfortable way she asked and the pink tingeing her skin said she was asking for a reason. Rae and Domi exchanged a glance. Was Avery submissive?

“Yup, we were. The special class.” Domi winked at her. “Did you want to know more about it?”

“If you don’t mind.”

Looks like I’m the only one not blushing tonight.

“We’re about to head back to our table, but you should come join us. It’s to the left of the bar, one of the booths,” Domi said enthusiastically. Maybe she and Rae had fallen down on the job when it came to making friends with Samantha or trying to give Morgan a chance—though she still doubted they’d have ended up friends—but they could make up for that now. Make a new friend and help out someone interested in being a submissive.

“Yes! Come join us, and we’ll chat.” Rae was clearly on the same page… or maybe she was drunk and feeling extra friendly… either way.

They’d show Mitch and Brian.

Even if Domi wasn’t supposed to care what Mitch thought anymore. Yeah, clearly, she was going to need to work on that.

Mitch

He needed new friends.

“Seriously, Mitch, why don’t you want a relationship with Domi?” Kincaid’s cop training was showing, refusing to give up the interrogation.

“It’s not her. I don’t want a relationship with anyone.” That had always been his motto. “Relationships aren’t my thing.”

“Aren’t your thing?” Brian asked incredulously. “Then what do you think you and Domi have been doing these past months?”

Mitch took another swig of his beer to avoid answering and give himself time to think. What had they been doing? Having lots of hot sex. Exploring each other’s boundaries. With just each other and no one else. That made them exclusive lovers but nothing more.

Sex was easy. Make her scream, make her feel good, get her off. No promises, no expectations, and no hurt feelings.

Do you really think Domi’s not hurt? If she wasn’t hurt, she wouldn’t be pulling back.

No, she was afraid of being hurt. That was different. He hadn’t hurt her yet.

You sure about that?

No. No, he wasn’t. And he didn’t like that, either. That was the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted to