One of the items on the agenda at a member’s meeting held today was the introduction of another upcoming attraction that has been hitting the headlines. Today, I had the pleasure of listening to Travis Walker, co-owner of Walker, Inc. and the brain behind the Alluring Indulgence Resort, explain in detail some of the exclusive amenities that will be available to future guests. I am happy to clear up one of the rumors that we’ve all been curious about... Luke and Logan McCoy have invested an undisclosed amount of money in the new resort.

What does this mean for Club Destiny?

According to Luke McCoy, nothing. Club Destiny will continue as it has for the last five years under his watchful eye.

-McKenna Thorne

Chapter Seventeen

As he lay in the dark, Tag held McKenna against him, her head resting on his chest as he continued to rub his fingers down her back. Her soft, even breaths told him that she was asleep, but no matter what he did, he was unable to do so himself.

Something had happened between them when their bodies came together, and he couldn’t get the remembered feel of it out of his brain. As much as he wanted to deny it, Tag realized this was different. Whatever was going on between him and McKenna, no amount of excuses about sex for the sake of sex was going to change that.

He wouldn’t go so far as to label it, but he could openly admit – to himself anyway – that he’d never felt it before. It was as though she penetrated his soul. What had happened between them wasn’t only about two bodies colliding, it was much deeper and, quite frankly, Tag wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

He couldn’t seem to let her go from his arms, and that spoke volumes. Sex for the sheer pleasure of it wasn’t a foreign concept to Tag. As a matter of fact, he’d been involved in a number of relationships where that was the only thing he wanted. And now that he was nestled against McKenna’s body, he had a hard time remembering what that was supposed to feel like. Not like this, he knew.

But he had to remember why she was here. She wasn’t here to fall in love with him, and he wasn’t supposed to be entertaining those thoughts either. This was supposed to be a lesson. Teaching her about the carnal side of his lifestyle, introducing her to kink and debauchery. Not complicating his life with things like feelings.

McKenna knew more about his lifestyle than she was leading on, and he was almost certain that she was aware of how much he knew about her. Still, it didn’t change anything because this was where he wanted to be. At least for a little while longer.

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Fuck.

How in the hell had he let this get so damn complicated? The last thing he needed at this point in his life was a damn woman who plagued every waking thought. So how the fuck did he explain this?

*****

By the time dawn arrived, Tag had managed a few hours of sleep. Barely. He would’ve still been asleep if the cushiony warmth he’d been pressed against hadn’t moved.

“Where’re you going?” he mumbled, still groggy from sleep, but aware that McKenna was getting out of bed.

She didn’t answer him, but he managed to catch her eye as she walked across the room.

Hmmm... The woman was thinking too much. He could sense it. And yes, he might’ve let his mind get away with some irrational thoughts in the early morning hours, but he knew he was over it now.

Shit, he hoped he was.

He turned onto his back, putting his hands behind his head and kicking the sheet off of him. He waited patiently for McKenna to emerge from the bathroom, which she did a few minutes later.

“Where are you going?” He eyed her as she made a beeline for the door.

“I need to go... out.”

Tag didn’t respond, he just nodded. What was he going to do? Chase her down?

Not this time, no.

He’d let her go. Give her a little time to clear her head. Lord knows he needed a little space of his own.

After she left, he forced himself out of the bed, into the shower, and then down to meet Logan in the club. He hadn’t expected his day to go this way, but the urgent voicemail from Logan changed any plans he might’ve had.

“Morning,” Logan greeted when Tag approached. There wasn’t an ounce of “good” in his tone, which was why he apparently left the word out.

“Mornin’.” Tag took the seat across from Logan, noticing the newspaper sitting on the table between them. Even with a passing glance, he saw the huge picture and the caption across the front page.

Shit.

“I take it you haven’t seen this yet?”

As he watched Logan sip the coffee he’d been smart enough to bring with him, Tag wished like hell he’d thought to make some before coming down. Unfortunately, he was running on nothing, and since there wasn’t a soul behind the bar that early in the morning, he knew he wasn’t likely going to get his fix anytime soon.




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