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Prescott’s heart was so full. “It takes a while for that to happen. Would you like me to be your daddy?”
“Uh-huh. I never had a daddy.”
Prescott kissed the top of Ethan’s freshly washed hair. The soft strands tickled his nose, while the smell of baby shampoo wafted in his direction.
“I’ll think about it, how’s that?” Prescott asked.
“Okay,” Ethan replied before slipping his thumb back into his mouth.
* * *
Jacqueline
At ten-fifteen,Mac hadn’t arrived, but Jacqueline was enjoying Asylum’s chill vibe while nursing her tonic water at a two-person high top near the bar.
When she first got there, she moseyed around the main floor, pausing in some of the exhibition rooms to watch the scenes. A rope bondage scene played out in one room, a role-playing scene in another, a daddy scene in a third. Room after room was filled with hedonistic delights. Intense scenes that captured her full attention while he body thrummed from the carnal lust.
Jacqueline hadn’t always been so open about sex. In college, she’d been somewhat of a prude. Though she did date, and had two boyfriends, neither relationship lasted long.
Then, during fall semester, her junior year, her life had gone off the rails. After that, she’d just tried to stay focused so she could graduate. Instead of applying at the FBI, she went to grad school, living at home with her parents. Being there helped her feel safe, something she desperately needed.
After earning her Master’s, she applied at the Bureau. Having worked there as a student intern every summer, she had no trouble getting a job offer. And she threw herself into her new career. Too much downtime sent her mind wandering to terrifying places, and she’d become unhinged.
Tonight, talking with Addison about Janey had ratcheted up the fear and the guilt, but she’d forced herself to go to the club instead of hiding out in Z’s condo.
“Excuse me,” said a man. “Is this seat taken?”
“Go ahead,” she replied.
Rather than drag the chair to a different high top, he joined her. She didn’t feel obligated to make small talk and glanced toward the door, hoping a strikingly handsome, hard-muscled man would breeze through.
“You here alone?” the stranger asked.
“I’m meeting someone.” She checked her phone.
“Someone special?” he asked.
Very special.
“I’m not available.”
“No worries,” he replied. “I’m waiting on someone myself. I haven’t seen you here before and I’ve been a member for a while.”
Feeling no obligation to answer him, she sipped the tonic water. A few seconds passed and he started up again, only this time, he leaned closer. “Whatcha into?”
“The guy I’m meeting.”
“Threesomes are the best, the rope scenes are dope. I like bondage.” His lips split into a creepy smile. “When I tie ‘em up, I’ve got all the control—”
“Get lost,” she said cutting him off.
“Whoa, honey, you don’t need to cop a ‘tude. You wanna head back to some of the exhibition rooms and watch with me for a while?”
Jacqueline ignored him.
She hated giving up her table. From her perch, she had a clear line of sight to the front door, but she couldn’t take another second of this guy.
“You’re really hot,” he said.
