ric’s POV:

“Ric!b” /bI heard a voice call out from a distance. Both Meadow and I turned to look at the man who was currently approaching us.

My closest friend and business partner–and manager of the club, Landon Corvell.

“Lan,” I answered, stretching a hand out to shake his already outstretched one. “Heyb, /bman.”

His gaze

shifted to Meadow and he did a double take. Now, I had known Landon for years–since we were in high school together–and I could tell exactly what was running through his mind as his eyes roamed over my wife.

Meadow’s hand reached for mine again as though on instinct. She was nervous. I stepped in front of Meadow slightly, trying to block his view of her. And when Landon looked back at me, he smirked.” Apologies,” he muttered. Not to me, but to Meadow. “But I have to say, you look really familiar. Have we

met before?”

My jaw clenched. Meadow’s eyes widened. “Um, I don’t think so.”

“This is my wife, Meadow,” I said to Landon, arching a brow at him when his eyes widened slightly. He opened his mouth to say something but I shut him up with my narrowed gaze.

Landon was a good friend. The best, actually. But sometimes, he pissed me the fuck off. Landon ran a techpany, and he was in charge of building the app for this club. We barely saw each other, and we easily figured that it was the best thing for both of us.

“Lovely to meet you, Meadow.” The motherfucker lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back, all while keeping his eyes on me–daring me to go all… caveman on him.

Oh, I fucking would. But not right now. Not when Meadow was watching.

Tonight was supposed to be a special one for her. And there was nothing that bewitched me more than the look on her face as she saw things in this club that she had never seen before. The way her innocent eyes had widened when I told her about Hugh and his best friend… it had sent a current straight to my

cock. I wanted to show her more, to see how she would react.

Especially ito /icertain kinks.

“Landon is my business partner,” I said to Meadow as she took another sip of her drink.

“And best friendi,” /ihe added, shooting me a yful re. “You fucking forgot that part.” He turned to Meadow again. “Known each other since high school. He is not a fun one, I tell you.”

Meadow onlyughed, and when she looked up at me, her teeth was biting into her bottom lip. “I’d say

+15 bBONUS /b

he’s the exact opposite,” she muttered, taking another sip of her drink.

Landon smirked, grabbing a ss of whiskey from a passing tray. He was about to drink it when all of a sudden, he stopped. And then he turned around, beckoning to someone I hadn’t realized was there.

Because she was on her knees, a few feet behind him, wearing a… pantsuit.

My lips twitched. The fucking bastard.

My gaze shifted to Meadow, but she wasn’t looking at me.

Her eyes werepletely on the blond haired woman as she crawled toward Landon seductivelyb. /bbI /bwasn’t sure how on earth she managed to pull it off, but she did.

Landon fucking Corvell had a woman role–ying as some kind of professional figure–awyerb, /bmost likelyb–/bon her knees for him.

And Meadow’s eyes followed her every move.

I watched her, the way her lips were parted, the way she swallowed hard, the way her index finger tapped against the flute before she shook her head, downing the rest of her drink.

Something stirred within me. And so did my cock.

Fuck. Me. Gently.

I wasn’t sure of it. I hadn’t yet let her in the tether room because I didn’t want to scare her off. But looking at her now, I could tell that she wanted to be that woman.

Craved to be her, even.

The woman stopped beside Landon, taking her hands off the floor so she was now only on her knees.

Landon moved the ss to her lips. “Drink.”

The woman did exactly as he asked, taking a sip of the whiskey. She swallowed it down, only wincing slightly, and that was when Landon took a sip of his drink, patting her hair down with his other hand as she looked up at him in adoration.

Meadow dropped the flute on the next passing tray a little too hard, and she started to reach for another one but I stopped her.

“You’re a lightweight, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “I need you to be sober for me tonight. Can you do

that?b” /b

Her face flushed as she nodded. “Okay, yeah.” Her voice was shaky.

She was turned on–I could tell. She just didn’t know what to do about it.

Fucking hell.

“I need to find the bathroom,i” /ishe whispered to me. b“/bI’ll be right back.”

‘Are you alright?” My brows drew together as I asked.

She nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I am.”

I let her go. Maybe because I wanted to let her think and get the break she needed. Needed her to know if this was something she could fuck with or not.

I was afraid of ruining her. So damn terrified.

Landon watched me over the rim of his drink, and then he brought it down, nodding to where Meadow just disappeared.

b‘/bYou’re fucking kidding me, right?”

My gaze narrowed. “About what?”

Landon ran a hand through his hair. “Meadow? As in, Meadow Russell? As in…” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “The girl whose father you put in prison?”

My jaw ticked. “You know.”

“Of course, I know, Ric,” he bit out. “I mean I did a little research after the entire thing happened, but I

never forget a name. Or a face. Wasn’t sure which twin it was until you introduced her.”

Landon knew about the entire incident already. He was my fucking best friend from high school right

into college. And he was with me through all of it.

bI /bjust didn’t know until now that he actually knew Meadow’s face.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” He continued, ncing around to see if she wasing back. “Shit.

You married her?”

“I did,” I muttered with a shrug, as if that exined anything.

Landon watched me silently for a few seconds, like he was trying to figure something out. After which he just heaved a sigh. “Do I even want to know whyb?/bb” /b

My eyes dropped to the woman at his feet. “Do I want to know why you’re still having fantasies of fucking your defense attorney neighbor?”

When I said she was role–ying as a professional figure, bI /bgenuinely meant it. Landon had been having this fucking fantasy for years, and because of that, he refused to move from his current apartment. He didn’t want to stay away from her.

And was too much of a damn coward to approach her.

Landon shot me a deep scowl, his hand moving to pet the woman’s hair gently. “Whateverb, /bman. I just hope you know what you’re fucking doing.”

I took a sip of my champagne.

“You know I’d always look out for you,” he finished.

My chest tightened ia /ibit. “I know.”

And I also knew that he wasn’t going to say a word to Meadow. He didn’t even ask if bI /bliked her, or if I loved her. That was just the kind of friend Landon was.

And I was fucking grateful for that.

My eyes roamed our surroundings. “Good job we did here, isn’t it?”

He smirked then, raising his ss. “Good fucking job.”

Someone called out to him and I used that as an opportunity to go find Meadow. I went through the same

hallway she did, and I was about to take a turn to the bathroom when I saw something in my peripheral

vision.

Meadow.

She wasn’t alone–there were about three other people standing in the hallway. Not near her, obviously.

And all they were doing was… watching.

And I knew exactly what they were watching. These wide hallways had doors on opposite sides that led

to various rooms. And on one side of the room, it was privacy through and through.

But on the side Meadow and a few others were standing on, there were windows. Windows that could let

her see in, but the people inside couldn’t see out.

And when I was close enough to see exactly what Meadow was watching, a smirk pulled at the corner of my lips.

In the blue–lit room, a rope hung down from the ceiling, looped and knotted with precision. A woman was suspended in the air, her body bent and bound by the ropes,

Her wrists were tied above her head, and, shoving a dildo in and out of her pussy, was another woman.

Meadow chewed so hard on her lip. She didn’t even notice I was there.

Not until I took the remote out of my pants and pressed the button to turn on the G–spot vibrator.

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