From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10)(26)

“But doing stupid shit is so much fun,” Sarah complained.

“Yes. Everyone knows I don’t do stupid shit. You can hang with me.” Sometimes Kori had to step up and be the mom of the group. Like the time Vince thought it would be fun to let the new Domme put a nail through his ball sac. Yeah, she’d gotten in trouble over that one, but that particular Domme also got kicked out since she was using rusty nails. A masochist had to be sensible.

Kai would be careful. He would always take care of his sub, always ensure that whatever pain he gave her was safe and completely consensual. A masochist could let go with a man like Kai.

And lose herself all over again to a man who didn’t really want her.

“I’ll go grab us some seats for the talk,” Mia promised with a wink.

“Hey, are you all right?” Sarah asked, her voice going low.

“I’m fine. Why?”

“Because your shoulders aren’t usually located around your ear lobes. So either that corset is way too tight or you are stressed out. Is it Kai?”

Sarah saw way too much. “We had a moment today. That’s all.”

“You two have a lot of moments. You’re practically an old married couple, complete with never having sex. You’re both too stubborn to see it.”

Just because they knew each other’s habits didn’t make them an old married couple. “We work together. We can’t play together.”

Sarah’s dark eyes rolled. “Why?”

“Because we’re professionals.”

“No one is more professional than nurses and doctors and we f*ck like bunnies when we think no one is watching because life is way too short. Well, I don’t f*ck like a bunny because none of the doctors do it for me, but everyone else is doing it like they’re on Grey’s Anatomy. The girl who created that show must have worked in a hospital because she knows what’s going on.”

“Kai and I are different.” Mostly because she was way too scared to jump into the deep end of the pool again and Kai wasn’t attracted to her. But they were also way more professional. Kai would never f*ck like a bunny. He would be in control. Always.

Had he f*cked his fiancée like a bunny? Had he loved her so much he couldn’t wait to have her?

“How are you different? With the exception of the fact that you’re both lonely. You both come into this club week after week and neither one of you has connected with anyone.”

That was patently untrue. “I play all the time.”

“And you’ve had sex with how many of the Doms you play with?” Sarah asked.

“One and it was awful and I’m not interested.” She’d had a brief involvement with a lawyer and the whole time she’d thought about Kai, so now everyone she played with knew they wouldn’t be getting any at the end of the night from her. She’d been surprised at how many of the Doms seemed relieved that she was so upfront. Some of them simply wanted to play, too.

“Everyone is interested in sex. We’re biologically wired that way, so I think if you’re not having fun and playing the field it’s because you’re hung up on a guy. Since you spend all your time with Kai and Vince, and Vince is a lovely nut job, I have to think it’s Kai.” Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Unless you really like nut jobs.”

Vince was a sweetie, but she could never be with another sub. That boy needed a firm hand in and out of the bedroom. “I don’t and you know it. Look, things got all messy today, and you know how I hate messy. Let’s go out and play and forget about all this crap. We can watch Jared from afar. I’m sure he’ll have twelve subs on him the minute he walks onto the dungeon floor.”

They would be all over Kai, too, because she was certain Jared would try to hang with his brother. Groupies. They would be everywhere and Kai would likely have his pick. They would put their hands all over him and rub up against him.

“That’s your murder face.” Sarah nodded at her in the mirror.

“I do not have a murder face.” Although she did look fairly unhappy. When had she gotten that crease between her brows? She tried to rub it away. Relax. She needed to relax.

“You totally have a murder face and that’s it, but I’m letting it go for now. I reserve the right to come back to this topic of conversation later. I will do as you ask because I don’t want that murder face to be the last thing some innocent person sees before they die. I’ll be waiting with Mia.” Sarah turned and flounced away. “By the way, orgasms make people less violent.”

Kori stared in the mirror. She didn’t look all murdery. Maybe a little unhappy, but not psycho killer. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t had an orgasm. She had a very nice battery operated boyfriend who required nothing from her but the occasional new double As. They certainly didn’t require her submission and her trust and her flipping soul the way a good Dom would. Not that she’d known a good Dom. She knew them, of course. Sanctum was full of them, but she didn’t know them in a biblical sense. Of course the only one she wanted in a biblical sense was Kai, and she didn’t really want him that way. She was programmed to want him. They fit. Sadist meet Masochist. He was chocolate and she was peanut butter. They could be perfectly fine on their own but together they made something magical.

And produced unnecessary calories and cavities.