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best to avoid them for the last few
days. Rather than pressure her, they’d decided to give her a while to think
things through.
    But their patience was running low.
    Nash’s gaze narrowed as he spied Crista. She stood very
still on some scaffolding.
    “She’s stuck,” Nash muttered angrily as he strode toward
her.
    “What?” Quinn matched his stride.
    “Don’t move, darlin’,” Nash said calmly as he got closer.
“I’m going to come up and get you.”
    Crista stared down at them, so pale he was scared she’d
faint and fall off. Climbing faster, Nash reached the platform and looked over
at Crista, shocked by the terror in her eyes.
    “Sugar?” He moved slowly, kept his voice steady and low. Her
whole body shook as she looked at him through large, fear-filled eyes. She’d
wrapped her hands tightly around one of the poles.
    “I-I can’t g-get down. Just g-go. I’ll be f-fine in a
moment.”
    She was not fine. She was petrified and trying to be brave.
His heart cracked slightly. Nash forced himself to concentrate.
    “I’m not leaving you up here. I’m going to help you down,
all right?”
    “No,” she yelled. “Don’t move, you’ll rock the platform. I
said I’m fine.”
    Nash ignored her and stepped forward. She immediately
skittered back, closer to the edge.
    “Nash, stop,” Quinn said sharply.
    Nash didn’t need to be told. She looked close to jumping.
From this height she wasn’t really in danger of serious harm, but any damage
would be unacceptable.
    “Crista,” Quinn said in a stern voice. “Crista, are you listening
to me?”
    “Yes,” she replied shakily.
    “Yes Sir,” he chastised.
    “Quinn, now is hardly the time.” Nash tore his gaze from
Crista to glare down at Quinn.
    “Now is exactly the right time. Say it, Crista.”
    “Yes Sir,” she whispered. Her eyes were glazed. She wasn’t
thinking properly, her fear overwhelming her good sense.
    “Listen to me, Crista. You are going to do exactly what I
say,” Quinn spoke firmly.
    She nodded.
    “Answer me.” Quinn’s voice was pure steel.
    “Yes Sir.” A surge of pleasure hit Nash, almost knocking him
to his knees as she called Quinn Sir. Shit, he longed to hear her call him Sir
while she knelt at his feet, completely naked, her eyes glistening with
arousal, her full lips ready to envelop his cock. He nearly groaned as his dick
pressed painfully against his jeans.
    “That’s my good girl. You stay exactly where you are. Nash
is going to come to you, but I don’t want you to move an inch, understand?”
Quinn said firmly.
    “Yes Sir.”
    Nash took a step toward her. She gasped.
    “Crista, stay still,” Quinn said urgently. “You move one
more inch and I am going to make sure you don’t sit for a week.”
    Nash grabbed her, holding her close. Her breath came in
ragged, shuddering gasps as her pulse raced at high speed.
    Nash rubbed his hand soothingly over her back. “It’s okay,
darlin’. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
    “I’m sorry I’m such a wimp,” she whispered
    “There’s no need to be sorry.” He kept his voice low,
reassuring.
    “Nash, hand her down to me,” Quinn called up.
    “No,” she yelled, clasping Nash even tighter. He tried to
keep some space between the lower half of their bodies. He didn’t think she’d
appreciate how turned-on he was. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to want to fuck
her when she was near terrified out of her mind. But he couldn’t help it—he was
constantly hard around her. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.
    It was a losing battle. Giving in, he kissed the top of her
head, breathing in her scent. Raspberries and cream. Tart, sweet and lush.
    “It’s okay, sugar. Neither one of us are going to let you
fall,” he soothed as she trembled against him. He couldn’t help but feel a
surge of satisfaction in the way she clung to him, looking to him for safety.
    “No, no, no,” she moaned, letting out a small sob that
almost broke his