Flipping on the lights, he waved her in, and got his first-aid box from the closet. Stunned into silence, he unlocked the private door and took her up to the third floor. Until now, he hadn’t realized he’d been cold. Her concern spilled through him like warmth from the sun. From a submissive to a spitfire in five easy minutes. Zachary tried to put his arm around his sub, but she took his hand and set it against the gauze covering his wound and ordered, “Hold that there.” “es, sir.” Cullen’s grin flashed at Jessica. “Please take charge of the club,” Master Z finished, glancing at the bartender. “I’m going to let my little sub finish her bandaging job upstairs.” “Cullen,” he said, without looking away from her. He ran a finger across the top of her breasts and smiled when her nipples peaked. His dark eyes burned, pinned her in place. “This probably needs stitches, Master Z.” She risked a look up at him, realizing it was the first time she’d actually called him Master out loud. Putting gauze on the cut, she applied pressure.

Serves me right for not being more observant.” He touched her cheek with gentle fingers. Considering he’s still heaving his dinner out in the parking lot, I don’t feel too badly about it. “He whipped you?” Shock brought her eyes up to his. He glanced down at his shoulder, shook his head. Then she set the first-aid kit on the bar, and ripped open a gauze packet. Intent on reading the paper, he didn’t even notice her until she seized his arm and tore the ripped shirt from the wound.

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