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yourself.” Violet glanced down at her hand, which she’d unintentionally shoved between her legs. Her clit was dying for attention. It was a natural reflex. Still, just as simply, she pulled her hand away at Grant’s command. “Thanks. Now, go. I’m going to finish.”
    He turned his back to her and started stroking his cock. He was going to finish himself off without her.
    “You are Satan. Actually Satan.”
    He said nothing, probably thinking the motion of his arm was response enough.
    Violet spun around and stormed off to the sauna, grabbing a fluffy white towel off a decorative stand before she slammed the door behind her. She climbed up on the warm wood and waited, thinking of how bad she was going to tell Grant off when he came through the door.
    He may be the Dom, but what did that even mean? Nothing. He would come walking into the sauna with his beautiful, naked body and his sexy, rugged facial hair and she would demand that he make her come. If he was spent and needed some recovery time to get it up, he’d just have to get creative. Hands, mouth. She didn’t care. She was going to end this orgasm drought tonight.
    Finally the sauna door swung open, and stupid, perfect Grant stepped inside. The small space shrunk by half as he ducked his head to enter. His cock was softening, but still partially engorged. She couldn’t believe he’d come without her.
    Violet made a show of throwing off her towel and opening her legs. Then she ran her fingers over her clit to show Grant she really meant business. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way I’m coming tonight.”
    “Okay.”
    He practically pounced on her, hoisting her legs over the crooks of his arm and sliding her butt to the edge of the wood. Pinning her down with the angle of his body, he used all four of his fingers to swiftly rub her clit and her pussy lips. Violet was so wound up, so sensitive, that the quick flicks of his wrist were all it took for her back to seize up, as her orgasm shattered through her.
    She cried out, begging for more. To be filled and fucked, but Grant pulled his hand away, trailing a path of her wetness down her thigh.
    “That’s all you get tonight,” he said. Still he kissed her, in the mind-scrambling way that keyed her up all over again.
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    Nearly an hour later, they still sat in the sauna. Grant had turned the heat off and the room had cooled, but Violet was still warm, pressed against his body. He stroked her arm, his breath fanning lightly over the crown of her head.
    “You know every time you’ve gotten in trouble, you’ve been with that friend of yours, Faye,” he said.
    “She’s not all bad. We just make poor decisions together.”
    “I’m going to say this and I don’t want you take it the wrong way and I don’t want you to think of it as fodder for a confrontation with your friend either, but as your trainer this is food for thought I need to give you.”
    Violet sat back a bit so she could see his face.
    “Do you think Faye is an enabler? You said she took you to YogurtTown, then out to drinks and then out to a concert last night. You told me yourself that you regretted the yogurt. I want to see Backstreet Boys live, so I know you don’t regret that, but are there other times that you do things with her that you regret?”
    Violet knew the answer immediately, but she hated to say the words out loud. She loved Faye. She was an amazing friend, but ninety-percent of the time they spent together was under Faye’s pressure or Faye’s insistence.
    Their work was hard. They put in long hours for weeks at a time. Some shows stretched on where they wouldn’t have a personal day off for a month. When they had free time, and when Faye wasn’t with Patrick, Violet felt obligated to hang out with her, even when she didn’t want to. Not that she didn’t enjoy Faye’s company, but there were times she wanted to be alone, just to unwind and veg. Not think about work. Or Faye or her