𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚: 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.
𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺. Years of no-strings-attached fun has left him without a suitable date for his younger brother's wedding. Since going alone would put him in his meddling mother's crosshairs for an entire week, he needs somebody -- literally anybody -- by his side.
𝗘𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗳𝘂𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀. In fact, Asad can't wait to get his hands on her again. And though she's grateful to her newfound friends for rescuing her from years of abuse, she's beginning to bristle at all the rules they want her to follow. Eager to escape the overprotective Marquis Doms, she jumps at the chance to get away from it all and play Asad's fake girlfriend for the week.
The catch? The other Masters want Asad to keep his hands to himself. For the entire trip.
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄?
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“So, what’s going on with you and Morgan?” Q asked, as though he’d picked up on Asad’s thoughts.
“Nothing.” Asad shrugged. “She’ll go up to Pennsylvania with me for the week, then we’ll come home.”
“And she understands this is just for the week?”
“Yes. We talked about it last weekend and had a whole dinner to go over things. I think she’s excited to go someplace where everyone won’t be watching her every move.” He gave Q a pointed look. Though Q wasn’t the worst of the bunch who kept an eye on Morgan, his girlfriend Sam was friends with her, so Q was a little more invested than some of the other Doms. “She’s not stupid.”
“No, but she is naïve about a lot of things.” Q arched his eyebrow at Asad, as if daring him to argue, but of course Asad couldn’t.
He remembered what Morgan had said about her parents. Though she hadn’t explicitly asked him not to tell anyone, he’d gotten the sense she hadn’t told many people about her family. So, he held his tongue and didn’t say that he probably had a better sense of how naïve she was than Q did.
Any parents who were willing to kick their daughter out of the house at sixteen because they’d caught her with a boy… well, there were a lot of assumptions that could be made. He also couldn’t be one hundred percent sure his assumptions were correct, so better to just stay quiet.
“She is, but not about this.” He shook his head. “Patrick and Lexie already gave me the ‘don’t sleep with her so things don’t get confused’ talk.”
“Oh, good,” Law chimed in. “With you pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend, sex would likely only confuse things… at least while you’re away from the club, and there’s no one to help explain things to her if she gets the wrong idea.”
Ouch. That hurt, even though he knew Law didn’t mean it to. Asad tried not to take it personally. When it came to Morgan, pretty much all the Doms at the club were incredibly protective. Over-protective. It was no wonder she wanted to get away for a bit with someone who didn’t tiptoe around her. Asad wasn’t a bad Dom, but he wasn’t one of the Doms subbies in need went to. He wasn’t the kind of Dom anyone wanted to lean on, and he liked it that way.
A hot scene, a few orgasms, and a bit of aftercare, and he could send a happy subbie on their way. If they needed someone to coddle them, they could go to Connor or one of the other Service Doms or Daddy Doms. That wasn’t him.
And he was starting to think that was exactly what Morgan needed.
It wasn’t as if his reputation was unknown. That was why he called himself the Persian Excursion. He’d deliberately named himself as a ride, a short trip, not a place to settle down and stay.
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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.
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