๐๐๐๐ง๐'๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐ช๐ก๐: ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง๐จ๐๐ก๐.๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ป๐ถ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐บ. 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.
๐๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฎ๐ป. ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฒ๐ผ๐๐, ๐ณ๐๐ป, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ผ๐๐. 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.
๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ด๐ฎ๐ป ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐๐น๐ฒ๐. ๐๐ณ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐น๐น, ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐?
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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 naรฏve 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 naรฏve 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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