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between kisses, “the noose around my neck grew tighter.” His flicked his fingers over wet folds.
    Anya’s eyes nearly crossed with pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she begged, each little touch a torment of ecstasy.
    “I couldn’t breathe.”
    He stared at her now, holding her gaze.
    “My cock grew harder. The pleasure was so intense. I wanted her to tighten it more.”
    He had her clit now and was rubbing it like they were in a race. Grasping at the back of his head, she pulled him in for another one of his deep kisses and screamed into his mouth when the pressure built up and she shivered and quaked on his fingers. The crowd was clapping and the lights came on.
    “Thank you,” Leila said.
    Clint wrenched his mouth away. “I’ve gotta go,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight, right?”
    “Uh-huh.” Anya nodded. “What happened with the tie noose?”
    “Later.” He kissed her again and darted out the door. Anya strove to get her breathing back under control, while Leila called a few volunteers to the stage to practice some of the basic moves. Dazed, she could only gulp breaths and come to terms with the fact that Clint had given her an incredible public orgasm. Feeling her face heat up, she eyed the people on either side of her. They were more interested in Leila, who Anya had just noticed was stark naked except for her piercings.
    “Wow,” she breathed, but it was more for Clint than Leila.
    Realizing her bra and pants were undone, Anya fixed herself as discreetly as she could. When she looked up, Rita was glaring at her with narrowed eyes.
    “What?” Anya mouthed.

Chapter Six
    Anya wobbled back to her room on shaky knees and lay down on her bed. That was the most sex she’d had since Cesare, and it was good enough to put a goofy smile on her face. She wasn’t sure where tonight was going to take her, but she was definitely going to shove some condoms in her purse. Did one even take a purse into the dungeon?
    She had glided through the dungeon a few times, more content to watch and blush than be an active participant. Anya liked the clothing-required events more than the clothing optional. She loved to dance and couldn’t wait to rock out this weekend with Switchblade. Speaking of which, she called Colleen.
    “Are you still pissed at me?” Had it only been this morning when she called her all frantic about Istvahn?
    “No. Thanks for being there for Tee.” Colleen’s voice was lowered.
    “It was quite an adventure.” Anya stifled a yawn. If she was going to be up to anything tonight, she probably should take a nap. “I take it she told you.”
    “Yes, and handed in her resignation.”
    Anya bolted up to a sitting position. “You can’t accept it.”
    “I didn’t,” Colleen assured her.
    Sinking back to the bed, Anya sighed. “That’s good.”
    “I told her I wouldn’t say anything to Istvahn. We’ll work it out. She didn’t really want to leave. And I’d be lost without her.”
    “So a baby,” Anya said, smiling.
    “That’s a new thing.” Colleen’s voice was light, but Anya could sense the sadness underneath the tone.
    “Maybe you should get knocked up too. For solidarity.”
    “Not funny,” Colleen said with a trace of a smile.
    “We could interview baby daddy candidates in Club Inferno.”
    “Do you want me to hang up on you again?”
    Anya’s stomach growled. Rubbing it, she realized that she hadn’t eaten since the little salad this afternoon. She squinted at the clock; she’d be better off with a nap and a meal replacement drink. Groaning, she went to the mini fridge.
    “What’s your problem?” Colleen asked.
    “Chocolate or vanilla?”
    “I never do vanilla,” Colleen said. “What are we talking about?”
    “Dinner.”
    Anya popped the top and chugged it. It wasn’t so nasty if you did it in one gulp.
    “I hope you’re talking about Godiva and not Skinny Quick.”
    Shuddering from the chalky taste, Anya tossed it in the trash can. “I’ve got a line